Random Little Poems

What do you see?

Tell me, friend, what do you see, looking at the stars?

I see those things that I have done, things that I would change
as through a glass and clearly, sir, although at quite a range.

My life has many things in it that I could do to alter.
Although I see them clearly now, I also see I'll falter.

For the stars know no feeling, no lack of love nor heat.
Unlike the night, I enjoy friends and assurance tomorrow I'll eat.

So for now I'll gaze out at the stars and dream of what could be,
and wonder if I'll recognize when the opportunities are real for me.

" 'Too Much Fighting Without A Helm'! Ha! The fool has wit! " -Sir Guillaume