The Thing About Flying
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The Thing About Flying
David J Walker
Everyone said it was
Okay for you to fly
It was a good day
And what does dying
mean anyway
if you can’t spread your wings
and try
To reach for higher things
Known only in the context of
A clear blue sky
Everyone said it was
Okay for you to die
While I
And thousands
Remain on the dry earth
Contemplating your
Irish Birth
Your Irish brogue
Your boyish grin
Your pale blue Irish eyes
And paler Irish skin
Your dry whit
Your never quit attitude
About everything and
Everyone you touched
You made us believe in
Rainbows and leprechauns
You were the pot of gold
That everyone could touch
But no one could hold
Except God and your family
So fly my friend
That’s the thing about
Flying
And in the end
You bequeath your love
And smile
To us all
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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