Study of A Bird

Study Of A Bird
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I used to look at palaces

And see no further than old bricks and flaking paint!

I used to look at mountains

And only see muck and strain!

I used to see a girl, any girl

And find all the reasons for not marrying her!

Was it living?

Was it fun?

It seemed to be the way it was,

But then I knew no better.

I know when it changed.

A bird did it to me.

I never possessed her tho' I yearned to.

I have regretted it ever since.

She sat there elegant and proud.

I went back again and again.

I wanted her like none before,

But she was dear and I was poor.

I said goodbye to her that summer.

I had seen her many times.

Her imperfections meant little then.

They mean nothing now.

I started to live that summer.

I have seen Versailles and never seen a crack.

I have seen the Grand Canyon and not a speck of dirt

Sunsets and never a fly bite

and I have seen the beauty of life in the chaos, confusion and uncertainty of a delivery room.

And I have known deep deep love.

The details remain,

But they have their place.

They don't crowd me

They don't chain me

Flaws and imperfections remain

In me

And all around me,

But now they add and not distract.

Though my walls have never been graced by her

My life has

I won't stop living

Nor can my eyes not see the beauty around me

She made me rich.