By Andrew R. Duckworth
Some people speak as if they’re flying,
Rockets strapped to their back,
Speeding off to better,
Better than you, at least.
Icarus had some fun
Basking in the sun,
Flapping those proud wings.
But we all know what happens
When we fly too high,
Soaring through the sky
Like a proud bird of prey.
We build our flimsy wings
Of arrogant words and wasted time
And gravity pulls us back.
If we find ourselves at such a height,
No amount of words, no might
Will keep us soaring in the sky.
A man with fragile wings can’t fly.
Keeping thoughts and words in mind
Can keep our feet on solid ground,
And gravity is sure to hold.