The Star - Poem by Mowie DeCorp
As I lay upon the sand soo soft and dusty
I look up at a bright yellow star
As I lay here, I begin to wonder
what will happen in my life to follow
Will I become a movie star
or a specially talented singer
What will I become?
This I do not have the answer to
I believe I have lots of dreams
but will these dreams come true?
I want to become a loving teacher
but will this dreams follow through
As I roll in this glittering sand
that feels soo soft to the touch
I begin to have brief reflections
of what I want my man to be
Through this bright yellow star
I see a man so tall and handsome
with eyes that shine as blue as the ocean
and hair that smells soo soft and clean
I see the just the two of us
swimming in the ocean
his lips are locked together with mine
and his strong and gentle hands are caressing my hair
Is this bright star predicting my future?
and is this prediction true?
What comes ahead in my future
is by my doings, and my doings only
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