Starry-Eyed

Hey, Twinkle Twinkle little star Why are you the way you are? Teasing and taunting from afar While I walk barefoot without a car. I am alone and the night is dark I sleep on a cold bench in a park, When hungry I eat tree's bark And envy the free roaming lark. Wet in the rains, hot under the sun Getting my bearings I am on the run, Up above the sky you get all the fun You're looked up to - Me, they shun. But it's OK, I am just the earth's scum, Up above the world you beat your drum, You sparkle and make things hum While here below I hurt but keep mum! "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" contest by Kelly Deschler