Shooting star

 

I had a burnout,

As I hurtled across

The night sky,

And gathered wishes.

Folks looked at me

With wonder,

With prayer,

With wishes,

Some even with anger.

Some wishes were impossible,

Even for me to settle.

Turning back the clock

Of the unloved

To a new beginning:

This wish often came

Thick and fast.

Still I tried hard and fast

To settle,

And had a burnout.