Mr. Crow And Life's Journey Poem by John Gabriel

Poor old Mr. Crow slowly walking down the road
you can’t use your wings because you’ve gotten too old

You got blisters on your feet and it gives you the blues
never understood why birds had no shoes

Cars and trucks keep passing you by
throwing dust in your face and making you cry

You hold your head low with broken pride
if only you had thumbs you could hitch a ride

Just hang in there my old friend
life’s journey is just around the bend

You’ll make it to heaven and life will be complete
with a new pair of wings and clouds for those old tired feet