One summer night in the country
On the front porch steps
Of the farmhouse
At the end of the dirt road
Sits a boy
Staring at the night sky.
His youthful eyes
Vision sharp as an eagle
Select a single star
Not the biggest
Not the brightest
But is speaks to him
Louder than the rest.
He closes those same eyes
And silently makes a wish
Not for wealth or toys
Not for things that pass away
He wishes instead
That someone special
Would be his special friend.
Thirty years later
And half a lifetime spent
That same wish remains
Unanswered but still his
HOPE remains
Then out of nowhere
Just as he has resigned
Himself to keeping
All the things the others
Laughed at hidden inside
His wish is granted.
One winter night in the city
On the front porch steps
Of the split foyer
In the cul de sac
Sits a man
Staring at the night sky.
His eyes strain to see
That same single star
Not the biggest
Not the brightest
But it still speaks just as loudly.
He closes those same eyes
And silently says "Thanks"
For the gift that is most precious
And is there to stay
He thanks his lucky star
For the gift of his special friend.
LOVE it!!!
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