The Raven Poem by Guy Wild

I met the raven at the crossroads
Where the wanderers and scum converge
The people had told me he knew the answer to freedom
But I was skeptical at first

How could a bird know so much and I so little
How could I be so blind?
Is it fair that he was not only smarter
But he also had the ability to fly?

The raven was unlike no other
He was too fed up to pretend
That everything was fine and dandy
That nothing came to an end

He looked at me and asked
'What is wrong my friend? '
and without warning I began to cry
Was the whole world evil or was it just I?

He took a moment to ponder
Looked me into the eye he said
'You need to stop feeling so sorry for yourself'
and than he took to the sky