Love Poem: Silver Star
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Written by: Bev Pollard

Silver Star

When I was young and wore a brighter crown
my costumes sheathed me like a queen.

Fleet Street followed where I walked, 
sage critics copied when I talked, 
scripting fancy phrases for my lips.

When I was young, before my shadow greyed, 
my daily exploits wowed the crowds, 
and every Fairy Princess wore my face.

Moguls scattered diamonds at my door,  
and when I played packed houses every night 
the people roared, encore! encore!

The day my candle flickered 
Fleet Street crowed at my demise,
beneath their scorn my light diminished, 
but I clung to what was mine.

When I was young, I dared to touch the stars.
How can I douse the flame she’s fanning
when beneath my fear is pride.

She treads the boards my golden daughter;
she plays packed houses every night 
and wows the crowd who whoop and holler,
for the one and only, Silver Star