Where do I fit? How do I fit? |
** Image ID #2051665 Unavailable ** Now the ducks are flying south The whiskey shot held in my mouth For three seconds; then imbibe Toasting a departing feathered tribe Their acute angle slices the sky The V formation is an ally Helping the ducks to hasten To a warmer destination I, too, wish to leave a place Too Inhospitable, and embrace A sunshine bright place of hope Void of every social trope The daily news now never ceases To spotlight human lives in pieces The yellow press with us remains Callously intrigued by misery's pains. I sit back. In my place I stay Thinking on what I've seen this day Inside, clothed, clean, fed, and dry I realize I also have a sky With many books and varied friends My soul mates love, which never ends A home containing in each room A spot for four felines to groom Two young people, nearly grown Who, from my path, remove each stone Of ignorance; each by my side And unashamed of what I'd hide In my weakness, I am made strong In no corner do I belong I intend to laugh and dance Take a risk; take a chance When worldly cares bear down on me Overcoming them makes me free To raise up another bruised and sore Is now my task. Open the door. |