The bird once had two working wings.
It doesn't now.  It plods the ground
And looks with longing toward the sky.
It asks itself with each stiff step
If what it has is worth the title, "life."

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-04 at 17:17

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
So much misfortune in this thing called 'life'.