A RISING STAR
He shook his long brown hair behind him,
As he played his fancy new guitar.
He looked down from the stage,
A sea of adoring fans were going wild!
As they heard his music play.
The applause was loud as thunder
On that fateful day.
He finished his song, and took a bow.
He hadn’t played the guitar for long
It was only yesterday,
when he didn’t even know how!
After the song was over, he heard
his musician father say. “That was terrific.
Now that’s MY little boy!”
He had been standing on a little orange stool.
That was his famous stage.
His mother took the guitar from his hands.
“Why did you do that". said the little boy.
She had made him angry.
His new guitar was his favorite toy.
She said, “Son, it’s time for bed.”
He asked his mother “why?”
She sighed and said “For once, just do as I say.
You’re just a child, you must learn
you can’t always have your way.”
He would be a star one day,
Than his parents would see.
He just couldn’t do much now,
he was only three!
Mary E. Lacey