Broken Wing Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Like a hobo she wanders, helpless and lost
Taunted by children and hated by most
I'm not a lover of vermin that fly
But I felt myself pity this bird straggling by.
She drops to one side as she limps on in fear
As the buses roll on, they're rolling too near
Her feathers all ruffled, her plumage abused
As she wandered round helpless, dazed and confused
But she just keeps on walking, dragging her wing
It's broken and hanging, she can't do a thing
Once flying and soaring so free in the sky
Now exhausted and helpless, she now waits to die.