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The flower wilts as nightfall nears This poem is inspired by Maya Angelou's "I know why the caged bird sings". THE FLOWER WILTS AS NIGHTFALL NEARS The free bird sings of open skies where rainbows dance and my dream flies, where sunsets fill the air with gold and dark clouds struggle to withhold the falling rain as my tears flow 'cause these are places I forgo; the falling rain, the falling rain, 'cause these are not for someone slow. The free bird sings of wafting leaves that ride a chilly, morning breeze above where bluebells sweetly chime, but then take note the change of time; for I was once a lilac sprig but now I'm heavy with fatigue; for I was once, for I was once, yes, now I'm just a useless twig. The free bird sings of distant hills, of pretty birds with funny bills; of winding creeks that gurgle down past green trees with flowering crown. But now I'm in the sunset years with creaky knees and gouty tears; But now I'm in, But now I'm in, the flower wilts as nightfall nears. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past |
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Maya Angelou was an amazing woman. I love to read her writings.
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Beautiful poem
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3/9/2016 9:54 am |
Wow you hit a cord with me. I have been working on rehabing my old house in town the last couple of weeks. It's taken me 2 weeks to accomplish what I used to do in 2 days and I have to accept help with some of the heavier things like moving all of the furniture in and out. Spiritwoman ^i^
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem, Lee. Yes, I can relate, but not with sadness but with a smile of hope of a better after life... .
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Thank you and happy spring. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past
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