At some unsaintly hour after midnight,
Even before the morning light,
Had a chance to Interrupt this weary world,
I walked to the hill down near the old Willow Tree.
It was dark except for a street light shining,
I stared for awhile at the grass intertwining,
I decided to tell God a few things that were on my mind,
And I began with an Apology.
I am sorry, dear Lord for my anger and consternation,
But this Life has often been filled with frustration,
Questions as deep as “Who cares?”
Or “Why do we suffer” or “Where is the Love?”
I screamed in the dark to a black cloudless sky,
But no answers came, just a white parrot flew by,
It was squawking louder than an x-wife,
And I wondered if it was a sign from above.
I laughed at the antics of that silly bird,
Flying at night and trying to be heard,
We were similar in many ways,
Lost and alone in the dead of the night.
I walked back to my preposterous life,
It was still filled with toil and strife,
But from time to time I think of that lost parrot.
And smile, the smile of a man to content to fight.
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David Wakeling (
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You have hit upon an often neglected issue recognizing our past mistakes. The metaphor of the parrot was masterful and well crafted as well as poetic. The contrast of white at night was one thing, a parrot flighing at night is out of the normal and to be lost for a bird would only be understandable at night. It serves as a great symbol here. Returning to the past life and becoming content recognizing what one once had, Gratitude such a commonly neglected issue. Very nicely constructed with a good message.
Thank you so much for the great critique.
Keep smiling David, life is good.
Andy
Indeed it is. Thanks for your comments.
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