Mars

All September I had Mars in my window The reddish planet, god of war. It says that this year After some hundred years Its orbit the closest is to Earth. That is something valuable to astronomers But not for me Looking with my weary eyes The same glimmering As when I was a kid And fretting with my friends I told myself that stars were my true friends I called them by name chatting with them through the nights Telling them my childhood secrets. Now that I’m getting older Bored sometime with all that is around me I’m turning again to the stars My dear old friends Why does something so far away Comfort us more than the things near us The ones we care so much about? --------