Kevin Michael Bloor

Love Birds

 

From \'56 to \'71,
I was a songbird\'s only son:
a wistful, melancholic fellow,

a fledgling, with his wings dyed yellow.


From \'72 to \'77, I lived on love,
with dove from heaven.
I\'d found her in a field of heather;
she\'d fell from sky like falcon\'s feather.

From \'78 to \'83, since bird had flown,
they set me free:
to soar and swoop from mountainside,
until my wings were clipped and tied.

From \'84 to \'99, with ball and chain
was damned to dine.
For hatchlings, I would serve my time;
they were the reason and the rhyme!

2000 foretold kinder fate:
8 years until 2008!
That golden year of jubilee,
when long-lost dove flew home to me.

2009 to present day, brings twilight years
to passion play, and yes,
this final storm we\'ll weather,
two love birds, growing old together.