POETRY


A new way to fly


You know I hate standing by,
And watching you spread your wings and fly.
I still know your wings are broken.
Your heart is hurting,
Its breaking mine.
You just get off the ground,
You think you’re flying high.
Boy I could tell you something,
About your new way to fly.
You fall again but keep on trying.
The trait in you I admire most.
I keep seeing you trying,
While I have given up.
I mend my broken wings,
Watching you tend to your own.
Finding a new way to fly.