Hello! Song bird,
What happened to your song
That you used to hum from the nest?
As a promising star, loud and strong,
Pitching a destiny meant for the best.
Lo! Song bird,
After being beaten bitter by unfair life
Your icy voice rot as a rusted gong,
Dampened by chores of a house wife
You kiss the chord with a blunt tongue.
Oh Song Bird!
What happened to those lofty dreams
That we shared sitting on a dancing rose
Singing of bliss as drops of a blue gleam?
But the door opened and you weren't close.
O Song bird!
Why let vain love chain you in his cage
To only entertain a lover's selfish desire?
While you moan and groan on a secret stage
Of glory forgone and a story you didn't aspire.
So Song bird!
Take these my golden spurring wings
Add them to your voice that despairs;
Sing as if you are standing before kings
Keep your songs as the only rising stairs.
(C) 19-08-2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem