Stars

another player takes his final bow

and quietly leaves the stage to darkness

just one more star burnt out, cold

our skies dimmer for the passing

alumni, too, some long gone,

line up beside as ghosts

to bid adieu or offer welcome

to their particular heaven

a firmament richly mused

in mirth, drama, saga, song, thus,

we consider our shrinking world,

those we’ve lifetime loved

now conferred to history’s page

we ourselves shuffle nearer

to our epilogues, one final line

our soliloquy done

Published by grahamrsherwood