Looking At The Stars
By R.e. Taylor
Every night it’s the same
The sun goes down
The moon comes up
The sun comes up again
And she watches it all
Warm milk doesn't help
Neither does a bath
Or a boring old book
She can't sleep
So, she watches out her window
Staring at the stars
Maybe watching the traffic light turn red
Most times she just prays
Often for a moment of sleep
Sadly, God must have been sleeping
Because every night it's the same
The sun goes down
The moon comes up
And she still lies awake looking at the stars
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