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
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