An old woman's tale.

I ponder my existence,
as I lay in bed one starry night.
I think of all the many things I could have been,
that I wanted to be.
And I wonder if I let my talent go to waste,
I am no longer young,
I am old, and grey.
I let my heart escape my soul,
One dark and gloomy day.
I've seen my friends come, and go,
I've had children, and seen their children grow.
I no longer expect my heart to beat,
but it continues to fight on.
I am weak, but I grow fonder and fonder
of the life that I once had.
Until I see a star, fly into my room.
And take me on a trip,
I see my life from the start,
to what I assume,
is now the
end.