Trying To Push a Buffalo Home
She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home
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