To a Mockingbird

I am within and you without: You’re in your nest and I in mine. Though we are different, there’s no doubt That we both suffer, love and pine. Tomorrow brings both pain and joys And we must both confront the world, To which we’re but two living toys Which play a game of hot and cold. We crave infinity, and yet We’re both alive for little time Although, somehow, our peace we’ve met: You in your song and I in rhyme. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com