A Feather Fell Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

A feather fell down from the sky.
I dipped it’s tip till the ink ran dry.
On a parchment I scribed words and dots,
To save for posterity this poets thoughts.

A feather fell down from the sky.
It weighed far less than all your lies.
For even as you speak to please,
Your words float away in the slightest breeze.

A feather fell down from the sky,
Now on my grave stone it does lie.
And contained on it the words you said.
Which like me now, were always dead.

A feather fell down from the sky.
It brushed your cheek and it made you cry.
For then you thought, what might have been,
Had your words been true every now and then!