Poem: Reach for the Stars

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by GunnarVaken

by GunnarVaken

Stretching, reaching
My whole life through.
In recent years,
More intentionally
Trying to touch
Sky blue.

I can do amazing things,
If those things are under my control.
If they're not, I'm at loss,
Like a china shop bull.

To control the exterior,
You need money,
Influence, connections.
Skill, will, talent
Are not sufficient;
Magic potion is required
To make profits,
To win an election.

You can only do
What's within your ability.
You can make some moves,
Better yet with partners
With talent and money.

Some days I fly,
Some days I plod,
Like a dinosaur of CGI.
Notwithstanding I still
Venture out,
In snow, hail, rain,
Heat and drought.

I'm not ready to
Throw in the towel.
I'm not ready to grovel.
When I go out
It must be with a bang,
Not of a graveside shovel.

I can barely see the stars
In the city, in the 'hood.
Nonetheless, I still reach
For the stars in view,
Saying "I did" rather than "I could".

From stardust my body's made
And eons later will return.
This life's just a finger snap,
A candle wick quick to burn.

I stretch, constantly stretch,
Don't know when I'll reach the end.
The limit's a mystery, along with most history,
While time and space I keep on
Trying to bend.

~ Gunnar Våken