by Hazel Holland
He’s just a bird with a broken wing,
He cannot fly, but he still can sing.
Does he have an answer when life goes wrong?
Or does he sing ‘cause he has a song?
When we can’t change the way things are
But only wish upon a star.
Then clouds give way to starlight bright
And pierce the darkness of the night.
Just when I think I’ll never mend
I remember again my feathered friend.
He sang his song of life for me,
And then he soared, far higher, free!
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I wrote this poem in the midst of dealing with my own grief over the breakup of my third marriage...
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