When he was a child
No older than five
He thought those streaks in the sky
Were shooting stars
Carrying his wishes out into space
When he was a boy
No older than eleven
He thought the streaks in the sky
Were rocket ships
Shooting out of the atmosphere
In search of answers and adventure
When he was a young man
No older than eighteen
He knew the streaks in the sky
Were just airplanes
Carrying people from one point on the earth to another
When he was a man
Older and wiser
He told his daughter
No older than five
That the streaks in the sky
Were shooting stars
And delighted in the wonder he saw on her face
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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