Bird of Sorrow
The morning dove he mourns the morn
With repetitive, lyric song.
His plaintive coo evokes in me
The long, forgotten memories
Of long lost loves and sundry things
That tugs my delicate heartstrings
And iterates through his refrain
Augmenting sorrow with the pain.
I plead with you brown bird of woe
Take away this veil of sorrow;
Fly fast and far on whistling wings
Taking with you the heartbreaking
Reminders of my bygone years:
The painful ones that caused the tears.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2011
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