Airplanes and Dreams

At night and back on the farm when I was a lad,
I would sometimes lie in the summer clover and stare straight up
at the thousand twinkling stars

I must admit, I did wish upon many a star
each wish was a dream and it seemed
that those dreams would someday all come true

Now in the twilight of my years, I look up at the city night sky-scape
and see jet airplanes, headed for the major airport south of here
not thousands, of course, but still twinkling, twinkling

I think of my childhood days
and watch those twinkling lights, and my dreams,
slowly move away and disappear...