A new burning desire
Flame becomes fire
With hope to aspire
I don my fancy attire
To rise from the mire
Free, a bird on a wire
Sitting there like a friar
Always alert, never tire
My thoughts rise higher
My open mind to inspire
We need nothing to hire
No boss who can me fire
I pluck music on my lyre
Accompanied by a choir
My lyric music is my sire
I do so enjoy being a flier
I pause on a church spire
Aging make me feel dire
Soon I will need to retire
To wait patiently to expire
As I land on a funeral pyre
WHETHER WITH FEATHERS OR IN SPIRIT...YOU'VE IMAGED A WONDERFUL 'FLIGHT'. 'FREEDOM'!!! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I hope someday that I can acquire your knack for writing rhymes that inspire. This one with its flaming, flying, finale is one good example of rhyming creativity.
Although, "No boss who can me fire," is really very forced, it is everyone's wish that I acquired upon retiring… Whopee!
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Love ya!
Jane
Although, "No boss who can me fire," is really very forced, it is everyone's wish that I acquired upon retiring… Whopee!
Ron
"Free, a bird on a wire
Sitting there like a friar"
Wonderful two lines spelling out the entire poem.