My Bird flew away, it will continue on.
A journey is more than cage and feathers.
The tune it sang, is a chapter unfinished.
It was young and ready, now alone, I must fight the rainy weather.
In flight, I hope it finds all the rays of light and bliss
For it was grown, brave and most honest.
My tears dried themselves for I know,
My tears know what we have promised.
Here I lay, hoping to see it one last time.
I hear all the others, chirp and squawk; content.
My heart empty for it was my motivation, to breathe and believe!
Oh foolish I sound, with my face on the cement.
The century approaches, and I’ve grown fragile.
My mind feeble and memories are marred, the bird!
With age on my side, I fly tomorrow to finish that chapter.
When dawn approaches, I say not one word.