Haggard well worn faces show traces of life gone by.
What smiles and tears graced their eye in time gone by?
Do they wonder why we live and die?
Do they seek pie in the sky?
Or what, is this all we’ve got?
Thanks a lot.
A bird flies on a wing.
It may sing, of life, of love, of everything.
Bird on a wing.
A wing and a prayer may get us there if there is a there at all.
To join all creatures great and small.
16th January, 2017