Geese

a gaggle of geese, Parades on by Under a morning sun They make no sound as they amble by nor feel a need to run "Why don't you fly?!" I yell angry about their pace "When you can ride the winds on high, this gift you truly waste" Then to me one fowl replied As if my query did offend "Because we can!" he honked At least it felt as though he did "Why do you go back to work? When there are adventures to be planned You could even join us Save your factory needing manned" And with that they left Just as quickly as they had come And alone with my thoughts Feeling slightly succumbed "It's true!" I said out loud I hadn't realized all this time It was really me who chose to walk When I should have learned to fly