If I Were An Eagle Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle where should I nest
Every place I would seek to rest has problems
The wind is either too strong-or-light
The cliff tops are a slither of a knife
The tree is too low or waving too high
That even as an eagle, I might suffer vertigo.
You see this is the problem wherever you go
Do I fly South, East, West or North?
If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle where should I nest
I guess here right back in your arms would be best.