Your Turn - Poem by Jerry Buckley
It is your time to twinkle, little star.
To smiling thus illuminate and thaw,
the worlds within your orbit from afar.
It's your clime to blossom bashful flower.
Unfold unfettered into sure delight,
uproots and throw off thistles dull and dour.
Perfect for the lead role in my feature.
Others may have cast you ugly duckling,
transfigured, an unmasked graceful creature.
Your age little girl, prosper now and learn,
to erase and spiff life's clouded chaulkboard
and print in bold and tidy script: 'My Turn'.
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