The useless Dove

by Em Jay on Tuesday, September 4, 2007 at 12:07am

A dove her wings shorn
struts on the ground.
No complaints, or whinging as
She is not that type.
picking on waste when she needs food.
singing at night when it is the mood.
Why worry, she thinks, life is such
Simple and quiet, You live as it comes.
But one day the dove sees a swan
A vision in white, graceful and young
Just like me, dove thought
Yet so different she could have sworn
Her wings spread the breath of the lake
Gliding gracefully, Dove thinks… but hey
Its I who can fly, and she can only wade.
But why then, I’m here, my wings sheared
My path shut
When a swan, so useless looks so serene
She glides I only strut.
The dove so white and pure
With shorn wings pulling her to the ground
Thinks why I am just too demure.
The dove awaits, a tomorrow
With her wings brought back
The dove awaits a different morrow
Where she touches the sky
She thinks its high time.