A bird of old

To much ...enough has past

Life is now a feeling of small and lost

Little did i knew it will become of this 

Like seconds ticking away taking me to this lonley place....i walk on wood.

Alone... in self...alone

They have all taken to flight

....  away from me....

For i am strong to hold my own

So left all alone ...

But today i took this walk....to look at the moss of many stories told on steps ....

While i reminisce of the joyous days of then and youth...when we flew the sky to roofs

Look at me..now...smaller than a pinch of hope

Loosing all my feather trying to cope

To this for me .....it plays on and on .....to nothing left for me but......death

Now I fly no more...no more