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For Pick-A-Title, Vol 51 - Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Did you know that even eagles age?
I sadly put my story on this page.
Once young, I soared, regal and proud,
between lofty mountaintop and cloud.
Then, I felt the wind beneath my wings,
appendages, now old and shaky things.
Confidence replaced by quiet despair,
I realize, below me, only air.
Goodbye my dear, if I could but forestall
when my wings fail, and from the sky I fall.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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