The Broken Wings

The Broken Wings

Where am I?

I cry, gag, and wake up with a whack.

I am out, aghast, where is my sac?

The wonder at care and sweet gentle stare,

I crawl and cling, funny wobbly fling.

So, day by day I am made aware

Of my two strong wings to flap and flair.

 

The deep blue sky and the shifting winds,

I soar and slide, giddily glide.

The wings are forever, I think in trance.

I race nonstop, one-way advance.

 

Years went by…Now, why can’t I?

I push and try to fly in the sky.

My broken wings and slower swings,

Made me realize of time gone-by.

 

May someone come to carry me again,

I don’t want to cling to the broken wings.

The cycle of life and a pause of death,

The time has come to get new wings.

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Our life cycles.