Broken

I must be wishing

on a broken star

whose grey light

dims each time I pray

whose calloused arms

hold stiff and break

whose stardust falls

on all but me

whose song of love

is nearly gone

my lucky star

my lovely wish

my little light

my lonely gift

I wish on you

each day and night

with no return

and no delight

but who needs luck

when you work hard

for that will surely

bring you far