Each Day As A Prisoner Poem by Carolyn Michael
Each Day As A Prisoner
Each day as a prisoner
I see birds in the yard
Free to fly south to warmth
Or north if they please
Each day as a prisoner
I know your love may be
Hiding in tangled sheets
But I gave up searching
And each day as a prisoner
I long to trade my cell
For a ship
Sail on the speckled sea
Taste a cool, salty mist
That hits my skin
Just to rise again
And if you call my name
I will know I am free
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4/30/2024 11:13:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem. The human feeling of a soul in the prison of the body and our short life on earth. The methaphor of the birds free to go anywhere. But are they realy free? No, but I like to think that./ :) gg