The Night Sky
The night sky on a moonless night,
the stars are old friends.
Ever constant, always there.
Every night of my life they have burned ever bright.
Seems the stars know of eternity and laugh
at men who live upon earth.
“What vain things these men are.”
The stars seem to say
The stars who shine for all, know life’s cruel joke.
I can hear them laughing at my struggle.
Someday I will be dead as nails, the stars just shine as bright.