Another Wonderful Poem...
I was on the dollar's website today and once again I've found another wonderful poem. I think it is something that we should all think about when we look at life. Thanks again to M-Steiner ^o^
Walking down a clear path
I saw a bird in pain
It was alone
I crouched down beside it
and I sensed it felt disdain
Why can't you fly
Birds are known for that
It's how most of them get by
In my mind I could hear the bird say
Today I looked at the world
and asked why am I here
I laughed at that thought
You're a silly bird I said
It's better to be alive than dead
I heard the bird ask me "why"
That impossible question lingered with me
The bird asked if we were meant to be
Existing isn't living
Living is existing
That question couldn't be answered with complete totality
about if our lives should be a reality
Happiness drives me
What about those without
What's their need to be
A coin called life has two sides
the good and the bad
It's flipped more than once
so it's not dictated by the sad
I went back the bird
on my mind had been only one word
Hope
I fixed the bird up
its wing had been straightened
and feathers unruffled
As the bird began to fly
There was a sound
Very muffled
I thought I heard a word
That the bird said
"Maybe"
I saw a bird in pain
It was alone
I crouched down beside it
and I sensed it felt disdain
Why can't you fly
Birds are known for that
It's how most of them get by
In my mind I could hear the bird say
Today I looked at the world
and asked why am I here
I laughed at that thought
You're a silly bird I said
It's better to be alive than dead
I heard the bird ask me "why"
That impossible question lingered with me
The bird asked if we were meant to be
Existing isn't living
Living is existing
That question couldn't be answered with complete totality
about if our lives should be a reality
Happiness drives me
What about those without
What's their need to be
A coin called life has two sides
the good and the bad
It's flipped more than once
so it's not dictated by the sad
I went back the bird
on my mind had been only one word
Hope
I fixed the bird up
its wing had been straightened
and feathers unruffled
As the bird began to fly
There was a sound
Very muffled
I thought I heard a word
That the bird said
"Maybe"
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