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The Birdman

Post by norman » Tue Apr 11, 2017 1:28 am

The Birdman

There he sits
On a bench in the park
Throwing down bread crumbs
To pigeons and medowlarks

He don't want to go home
To that empty house yet
Since his wife passed
He feels lots of regrets

So he sits in the park
Feeding and talking to birds
They enjoy his company
And coo along with his words

Some might think he's crazy
But the birds bring him peace
Sometimes he goes by the pond
And sits and feeds the geese

Just and old man they say
As he sits there in over hauls
But sitting talking to the birds
Sure beats staring at four walls

The pigeons fly upon his hat
As others sit on his shoulder
As he witnesses everyday how
This world is turning colder

Soon enough he'll fade away
And no one will know he's gone
But I'm willing to bet you
Those birds will sing his song

And who knows when, but
Another old man will come along
Sitting feeding those birds
Like so many others have for so long

So if you see and old man
Sitting talking to birds
Don't just pass him by
Sit down,listen to his words

You might be surprised
At the wisdom you'll hear
Just by sitting and listening
You can bring that old man cheer

Inspired by a man I once new
R.I.P Ellis Hackworth "Hack"
Written 4/11/2017 by Norman Hale Jr.
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A GENIOUS
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL

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