The Kite-Part 4 Poem by Deborah Cromer

Looking at it now, I see something of it in a different way
A new look at an old feeling, I am still holding onto today
One last look up into the tree that caught and trapped the kite
Winter is here, no leaves to hide it, it hangs there in plain sight
Tied up and wrapped around the top branch of an old tree
Years ago it flew high, lively and colorful, it was so free
Now it is ugly, it's colors have been washed away
Lifeless and boring, it cannot and will not ever be able to play
Maybe it's life was better before, with things not perfect or right
At least it could fly high, soaring freely was such a beautiful sight
Given the chance back then, it had more of a choice to be alive
Who knows, even though bad times, it might have been able to survive
What it has been reduced to now, is such a terminating fate
There is nothing left to save, too much time gone by, it is too late
Poor kite, never had a chance of deciding to live or die
Seeing it now, just makes me give a heavy breath and a long, sad sigh