During the day
the bird flew away
singing a song that it will come back another day
I sit and wait many long days but the bird is still gone.
I hope and pray to hear its sweet song.
I just might forget it if the bird is gone for to long.
Many days have passed by until the bird did fly by.
I looked at the bird and asked myself why?
It changed, it was different, not what I remember.
Something so precious, something so sweet turned into a food that you hate to eat.
Its once sweet song was like a child banging on a gong.
A lesson to learn as i do remember
is do not let life pass you by like a birds feather
be who you want and want who you be.
you be whoever you choose to be.