Why does the bird sing? Because it will?
Because it must? Because it can?
As the child is a poet, the child is a man.
And the man goes out on a limb.
Why does the man sing?
To break, and to bend.
To break . . . . . and to bend.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Aging, Child and Man, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 