There are times
As your mind travels on a scattered past
Flitting about from first to last / or
Perhaps, all out of sync
Trying to find that link to today
A reason to step out of sorrow
Crossing the bridge to tomorrow
Now hidden by low lying clouds of gray
Envious
Of those all atwitter
As newborn birds learning to fly
Your own wings ragged and dry
Wishing you had a reason
To soar above the rest
& test once again
The Morning sky.
Author notes
Having re-read ‘Jonathan Livingston Seagull, as an old man
What did you think
Comments
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again' loving the music the words make. if only i could rhyme like this...the world would be a better place. for me heh heh. great work
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wow
i loved this thats all i can say -
Beautiful




