A worn-out bee would rise and fly but falls Having always flown it will fly no more And knowing or not knowing then it crawls
Having always known I would only soar When I came to be as this bee is now That I have to crawl on the ground till then I see that we are opposites somehow
But in the same predicament today
I hope it knows not as I know not when It will fall still and I will fly away And yet it might know as I might know too To die to fly is what we are and do
This bee and I like Peter on the sea Treading the elements till we find out Will soon learn our lessons of faith and doubt
As we both sink will anyone catch me?
My brother bee I leave you now to fly As you have flown in life now as we die
And yet it might know as I might know too
To die to fly is what we are and do
In my mind I translate that to dare to live is what we do. Life is precious and oh so short. Good write.
God Bless,
Lew
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To die to fly is what we are and do
In my mind I translate that to dare to live is what we do. Life is precious and oh so short. Good write.
God Bless,
Lew
Trying hard to really see
If my dear friend Stevie
Would allow me to be the bee that's me
Love you, bro... Your genius with words always shines through.
Regis (Reg)