Timidity and Pride

regardless of humility or pride, what is left is only in memories

Why glamorize a shooting star
Stealing swiftly through the darkened
    night,
Fleet and silent as a craven thief
Streaking so to cheat the dawning light?

Flashing thunder booms its flaunted pride
To emphasize with aplomb and flair
The bolt harbors no timidity of the star,
Yet neither leaves sign of ever passing
      there.

                              rlkilgore