Fear not that critique whittles my will,
Fear that lack of such may wilt my quill.
Fear not a lonely path in the dark,
Fear my pyro craft runs out of spark.
Fear not golden age’s silent byplay,
Fear that wondering mind goes astray.
Fear not that I find I don't belong,
Fear I won't find lyrics to my song.
March 13, 2023
My use of a cane is more imperative each day
My unsteadiness is causing dangerous byplay
Lately, I have fallen
No serious misfortune
But what if I mess up my gorgeous face
Full of colour and so very gay
my voice it can be very shrill
keep me happy so i won't stray
See my feathers all in array
I sit and watch upon the sill
Full of colour and so very gay
Keep that beak of mine at bay
I can use it with such great skill
keep me happy so i won't stray
Now watch my fancy foot play
as i sit here and preen a quill
Full of colour and so very gay
so just sit and watch my byplay
its fun and will give you a thrill
keep me happy so i won't stray
thus my joy for you I will relay
fill my tray you know the drill
full of colour and so very gay
keep me happy so I won't stray
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