jeanne harmon

Caged Bird - Poem by jeanne harmon

Look at the caged bird as it sings its melancholy tune.
Sad, isn’t?
Look at that other birds flying higher toward sky
The caged bird always wished to go up that high
But it seems its last ember of hope has burned out
You can still hear cry out at times
Oh, yes it still at times will wail
but this gains no avail
And I think I know why the caged bird sings
Although it seems I used to know everything
I was blind now but I see
I was stupid as can be
But now I’ve come to know what was in front of me all this time
The bird cries out for freedom
But day-by-day night by night its hopes grow dim
In the coldest part of the night when the world seems to turn away the bird cries out
But then founds that no one is about to hear it
It stares out the cage and looks at the metal bars
Beyond those bars is freedom
Sweet freedom
Something I'll never be able to grasp

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 7, 2006

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