yes i'm there,
hanging by a hair,
but still willing to share.
one wings broke down,
the other keeps me off the ground.
i've got to flap hard,
or there's not even a start.

even after i get up,
i start to hiccup.
the harder i try,
the less i fly.
i love flying,
so i keep on trying.

yes i'm on a wing and a prayer,
hanging by a thin hair.
guess what,
the hair broke and
i landed on my butt.
now i'm doing the chicken strut.

but they don't get it,
neither do i.
it just won't sink in,
each day i get up to begin.
wings broken,
i shouldn't be stroking,
cause i'm darn near choking.
i already fell from the air,
hit the round somewhere.
can't even remember where i landed,
all i know is that i was stranded.

still it won't sink in,
each day i get up to begin.
i maybe dazed from the drop,
because i won't stop.
on one wing i flop.

flopping around,
while i'm down.
but they don't get it,
neither do i.

neither do i!

OnepoetGem