If I Were An Eagle Poem by Mark. A 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 too light
The cliff tops are a sliver 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.