as a bird on the streets
i had a natural song
which came right from my heart
in my voice
which was graced by god
as a bird on the stage
in front of a gathering
a mic frightening me
i seem to have lost my voice..yet
to keep the cheer going
iam compelled to sing a song
which is not mine
i haven't gathered a crowd
who would applaud my silence even
i sing a song without joy
to keep the cheer going
i know i don't have to try too hard
to escape the situation
i still have my wings to fly
which would take me to the meadows
a song of joy i could sing there
my soul would listen
An enchanting poem which suggest a mellow joy tune. Beautiful poem.
Your song resonates with joy and sweet melody in the mind of any sensitive reader. Best wishes. A.
I am lucky, every morning I sit and listen to many songs of joy, sung by pretty song birds in my garden. They sing for their own pleasure but sure as the wind the lovely sound travels to entertain all that truly listen. Great poem Bob 10+
Very nice allegorical mating between a bird and yourself! Thank you for your poetry!
i still have my wings to fly which would take me to the meadows a song of joy i could sing there my soul would listen wow is the word.......... this stanza registers itself into immortality....great work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good story about remaining true to our own natures.