Stars Give Friends

When I was your age,
I had a dream.
I met a man,
His clothes the color of cream.
He taught me how to make a small paper star,
So he gave me a jar, and ran to the stars.
I never saw him again, but there was one word, ONE word... 100…
So I made a paper star and it landed in the jar.
It helped me get through thick and thin.
And seeing all the paper stars just gave me a grin.
One day I looked to the stars, a tear down my cheek.
I didn't speak,
Not a word.
I made one last star, and dropped it in.
And the man dropped from the stars, with his goofy old grin.
"A wish?" He asked.
I smiled, "You, my best friend..."
And that was the end~