Charles Monroe


For The Birds - Poem by Charles Monroe

Birds with amputated wings still sing
Though the sky is far from reach
And they dwell amongst the grass
Doesn't mean they cannot breach
through the ceilings made of Glass
This, My Sister, too shall pass.
I'll tell you why the amputated bird still chirps and still sings
Because he learned the ability to fly without wings.
Even Kings are imprisoned and the Birds Don't visit.
Not for the Birds Only
For even Kings get Lonely.
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11-10-13
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013


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