Thursday, June 25, 2009

The lonely eagle

Up above in the skies I see

My kind soaring above

Revelling in their might

Their song sweet to sing

Especially in the nights


Here I am a lonely eagle on the ground

Flight seems like fright

And soar like sore

My wings are clipped

And my dreams almost gone


Yet I know like all eagles I must fly

I know home lies in the sky

I am an eagle son of the sky

Homeward I will heard

But until my frail wings become fortified with enough keratin

The ground remains my humble abode

2 comments:

  1. very well written. It says it all, the pressures we all feel to live up to expectations. I love it!

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  2. Thanks, (wo)man! You understand this poem very well.

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