I wrote this about my oldest daughters father....... Its has about 3 years of meaning behind it , you'll get the point.
On The Day , You try to spread your wings
Holding you down so many things
What you could do today
Pauses a hold for tomorrow
When tomorrow comes
Nothing but sorrow
Looking up at the sky
So much to achieve
Looking down at the dirt
It's So hard to believe
That feeling inside you starts to sting
& There you are
The second day
Trying to spread your wings
You clench your fist
& Grind your teeth
& Spread your wings so far you can't see beneath
You feel so good
Your up in the sky
The You pause
& Begin to sigh
Remembering the times of promised thought
& you think
Forgetting the next days Regrets & Sorrows
Slowly you close your wings
Place your feet to the dirt
Then roam Away
Looking for something better to do today
Saying to yourself
"Sometimes, Birds Just Can't Fly!"
You have quite a talent for poetry. I am jealous, it is tough!
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