Bird fly bye

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.

The End

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