Thoughts on a Shooting Star

I watched a star as it crashed and burned,
And the thought seared through my mind.
How like the stars our weary lives,
Run on for time undetermined.

A star is born! the headlines scream,
It’s such a rare event,
They toll the size, the heat-our memory-
Stamped-like cement

We vow to watch it; through it’s life,
To witness every change.
Our attention – keen – as a knife
We study, as it’s strange

Indelible we say, to witness this,
We’ll tell our children stories;
But days go by, the headlines change
New happenings-new worries

So like a star, a child’s birth
The family stands in awe;
Unfathomable, this miracle
Yet with our eyes we saw.

A child is born! our letters scream,
As to our friends we write
We toll it’s eyes, it’s hair, it’s skin,
We treasure every sight.

We vow to watch it; through it’s life,
To witness every change.
Our attention – keen – as a knife
We study, as it’s strange

Yet days go by, life’s patterns change,
Many children fill the stage
The one is lost, among the rest,
Soon, forgotten, e’en it’s age

But then the star falls from the sky;
It Died! the headlines scream;
A flash of glory, a blaze of light
Or was it just a dream?

So shortly there, so quickly gone,
So many others there;
No evidence,
Just a memory; to share

We note it’s birth,We note it’s death,
But what then of it’s life,
No memory, mundane we say
With ordinary, rife.

So like human’s is the tale
Of a star as herein told,
A big beginning, a mundane life,
A flash; an ending; bold

Then just as quickly in the past,
It’s violent demise.
And others fill the spot it held,
New children fill our eyes

In life, we paid no mind,
In death, we give small heed
But small is better than none at all
This attitude we feed

And wonder why, in time of stress
Our “friends” with careless haste
Will end their life, and blame all others;
For what is laid to waste.