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.
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