A Caged Birds Poem by James McLain
A Caged Birds
I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him my eyes.
I hope that when he smile at me,
he does not guess my joy and pain, for him,
if he is ever so nice to see my way again.
It is a secret in my heart I still do not hear anything so far his ears,
And still it sings there day by day like most caged birds.
He is better. He is alive AND MAY RUN AWAY ONE DAY {HOPE}. ThINK OF CAGED BIRDS WHO ARE BUTCHERED AND THEN EATEN
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4/26/2024 12:23:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the poem is really good.... so good... it is poetically and beautifully written