Oh For Wings
Oh For Wings
Oh for the wings of a bird,
To fly away and be free.
I long to rise in the air,
And soar over land and sea.
Though I'm unable to move,
I dream of flight every day,
Imagine rising in the air,
But here I am doomed to stay.
These birds are mocking at me,
As they fly over my head,
They know I won't ever move,
Sitting in this garden bed.
Oh for the wings of a bird,
But a garden gnome am I,
They drop their poop over me,
And I don't have tears to cry.
Copyright Vivien Wade Jan. 2016
From the book 'Chocolates and Chuckles'
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