It's not that late, but it is winter <br />And already dark outside <br />I wander out and looking up <br />Spy the first star of the evening <br />They say that star is magical <br />It can grant your hearts' desire <br />Any wish; it will be yours <br />Yet for what, should I wish <br />I can't help but wonder <br />I go inside to sit and ponder <br />Yet the list just keeps getting longer <br />Eventually I do make up my mind <br />And go outside to make my wish <br />But now the sky is full of starlight <br />Where now that first star of the night.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-chance-2/
