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The Watershed Years
Angebote / Angebote:
An Eagle Soars
When I was young, a boy, in elementary and high school,
I had broad wings, I flew like a hawk,
High and graceful, gliding, riding all the thermals.
I had domain over my territory.
Then, came college, I was lost,
A round peg in a square hole.
Somehow, my wings were clipped,
I mostly wandered, like Siddhartha, aimlessly
For sixty months, I did not fly, I mostly crawled.
Then, I met the love of my life, who told me I could fly,
That she had watched me fly, and it was a beautiful sight.
Ok, I thought, and I told her I was a sparrow,
She told me "no, you are an eagle".
I told her, "Ok, let's say I'm a robin",
"No", she said, "you are an eagle."
"Ok, I said, I am a dove, "
Again, she told me I flew like an eagle.
I agreed, and said I was a hawk,
She told me, "no, you are not a hawk, you are an eagle".
Ok, I told her I was an eagle, and, I told her I could fly again,
She told me "eagles don't fly, they soar,
Now, soar".
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