Oh, the fault of man,
And its deep desire.
The undying grasp,
On what we cannot acquire.
We look at the grace with which,
The fair swan carresses the air.
And look to ourselves,
To see how little he cares.
But the swan's eloquence,
Comes at a cost,
For the swan must practice,
To avoid becoming lost.
The swan has done this,
year upon year.
If you'd been here that long,
You'd have nought to fear.
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Author:
Dyna (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some people look towards the experienced and mature in society and see themselves as inferior. But it's not as if they were born with this talent. It had to be learned, they must fail again, and again, and again. Oftentimes, talent is learned, not given. Practice makes perfect.
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Comments3
Conveys a good message. Nice write!
Yes, for sure. Did you know that swans mate for life? Great poem.
That is an interesting fact. Glad you liked it!
Very good poem.
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