My boy

• Poetry

								
When you were small you would jump and play about
 as if you could fly 
So I said
“Spread your wings and soar my boy”
When you were grown I saw you leave the nest
You were so happy you could fly and be yourself
Nothing stood in your way
So I said
“Spread your wings and soar my boy”
When you were old and done with life 
you rest your wings and fly no more
So I called out one last time
“Spread your wings and soar my boy”
Then you met me high above 
Your wings fell off just like mine 
So we fly no more
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