We Are Like the Shooting Stars

We are like the shooting stars Underneath God’s sun. Speeding down our own life paths Till our time is done. Numberless, like bits of dust, Moving through our space, All so different, yet alike In the human race. Infants first; then life heats up And we show a glow. Growing old, we then burn down. Swiftly our lives go! Some of us are just plain white. Some have special hue. Special ones are yellow, green, Orange, red or blue. Few, for good or bad, crash down, And they’ll always be Meteorites we recall Throughout history. Not remembered always on Pages of our books, Are the stars at whom we take Fondest second looks. Fireballs, they will burn down too, But the light they give Shines the brightest. May we all As bright fireballs live!