Some Can Fly
When I was young, I wished
To fly, and I glared with the greenest
Envy at those who were born with wings.
Now? Hahahahaha. I long only now
To one day walk truly and well;
To give thanks purely for the shelter
That the earth provides;
To wonder like a child at the author of
The flight
Of others; and to drink in deeply all
The colors of the path
I was forged to trod. Once
One sees even a graceful hawk crash to earth, or merely
Struggle against the frigid wind, it seems quite stupid
To ask why some can fly and others
Not.
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