Meteors that come once a year; Quite a show of fireworks When you’re there to see them. Shooting stars fantastically glow. All too soon no one can say Where they are or gone to.
Back on earth we average reside. Most of us will never know such adoration. So I go my ordinary way. Do my job and feed my kids; This world and wonder.
Dust and gas - That’s what they’re made of. Why all the fascination?
Fabulous! They’ll take your breath away. They will dazzle with their style And their savoir faire. Improvise; they make their own moves. All the cattle follow close Behind from the pasture.
Why couldn’t I be One among those many millions? Why can’t someone see My astrological worth? What causes the sea Of heavenly bodies to glow like they do? Shining so brightly for me and for you. Sooner or later they burn themselves out But oh so beautifully.
Meteors have nothing to fear. From their distant firmament They shine for the masses. Safe above, removed from earthly life, From uncertainty that lines the Cloth of our mortal existence.
Being and living, just for yourself, Avoiding pure selfishness, will surely behoove. If you're good at it, do it, whenever you can, As if you've got nothing to prove. Maybe all will not like, but respect many will. Contentment abounds when absorbed in your groove.
(from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood,_toil,_tears_and_sweat#:~:text=Churchill's%20sentence%2C%20%22I%20have%20nothing,man%2C%20Churchill%20had%20considered%20writing) ". . . Churchill's sentence, "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat," has been called a paraphrase of one uttered on 2 July 1849 by Giuseppe Garibaldi when rallying his revolutionary forces in Rome: "I offer hunger, thirst, forced marches, battle, and death." As a young man, Churchill had considered writing a biography of Garibaldi. The circumstances under which Garibaldi made that speech—with the revolutionary Roman Republic being overwhelmed and Garibaldi needing to maintain the morale of his troops towards a highly hazardous retreat through the Apennine mountains—was in some ways comparable to Britain's situation with France being overwhelmed by the German offensive. . ."