James McLain

Gold Star - 37,603 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

A Caged Birds - Poem by James McLain

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.


Comments about A Caged Birds by James McLain

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (2/10/2010 1:16:00 AM)


    the poem is really good.... so good... it is poetically and beautifully written (Report) Reply

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  • Sadiqullah Khan (2/10/2010 1:15:00 AM)


    He is better. He is alive AND MAY RUN AWAY ONE DAY {HOPE}. ThINK OF CAGED BIRDS WHO ARE BUTCHERED AND THEN EATEN (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 31, 2010


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