Shinning stars

Some stars burn too bright,
And fizzle out young, out of sight.
Their furious winds shine early, bright,
Leaving but a small mark in the starry night.

Some stars burn a bit slow,
Remain steady on a yellow glow,
They pass unnoticed in the other's show,
Yet their bubble expands as they grow.

So swoon not over shinning stars,
They shine too bright, to hide some scars,
Discount not their dimmer friend,
For they will live when all else end.