You’re acting like
such
a
child
we say
with derision
and one
Sad
Hopeless
Thought
springs to mind
Yet Hopeful
in a way
real children
still
look up at the stars
and imagine magic,
make a wish
while childish adults
stop looking up
at all.
Stars are stars –
burning balls of gas
light years away
with no mystical powers
to change a damn thing
it is what it is
give me “real”
children
any
day
no matter the age
as long as they believe
that wishes
still
come
true
defying atrophy 