Franco Aragosta, il pescatore saggio

******* STARS *******

Sometimes we know when they arrive.

We watch them grow; we see them thrive

The blossoms they produce give joy.

Sometimes their private lives annoy.

We watch them mellow then mature.

For passing Time there is no cure.

We hate to see them start to fade,

Begin to dim, move towards the Shade.

As we grow old, we can look back,

Review their lives as ours grow slack.

We lose our grip, as they lose theirs,

Yet of us they’re caught unawares.

It doesn’t matter that the Affection

Moves from us in one direction.

What they have given us will last

After their own brief lives have passed.

For they gave meaning to our lives

Through losing husbands, changing wives,

Raising children, our careers

Without them might conclude in tears.

But at their best the Empathy

They evoked helped us to see

The Laughter they put on Display

Gave us Perspective, showed a way

To see less egotistically

To think far less derisively

To act with more Compassion

Our point of view refashion

To lighten Burdens, keep on smiling,

Know Good Humor is beguiling.

The worst things have a funny side

Knowing that, the sunny side

Of life is reached more easily

When we behave less sleazily,

Shun the lazy, cheap and foolish,

Wasteful, hateful, weird, and ghoulish.

We owe these Special People much

They’ve taught, enriched, filled Gaps. They touch

Our Hearts long after they have passed.

What they gsve us we know will last.

Performance Art transcends the faults

Performers lives have as they waltz

Above to Music of the Spheres

Where Uplift cheers,  and then endears.

And so though Stars, like us, may fade

Flicker, dim, move  toward the Shade

Their Light will last with Certitude

If we love Them with Gratitude.

~ FreeThinke

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