A crackling in the fireplace
as I sit on my old chair
listening to it, just as if it was music?
reminiscing of times less complicated
as the cold winds blow outside my window
I think about everything that is wonderful
and everything that is not
from my window I see a pigeon on the grass, walking round in circles
I see he is wearing a Trilby hat, he's holding a breifcace
I close my eyes in disbelief
and as I open them
well, he's just a pigeon after all
I've never heard anyone ever say how beautiful a pigeon is
but as I look closer I see he definitely has a special quality
and as I fight to open my window in the wind
to gently throw a piece of bread
where Instantly arrives another pigeon bigger and faster
he takes the bread and flies away
my pigeon, although disappointed continues to walk round in circles.
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Teddy my friend this poem does indeed seem a metaphor where what is deserved and meant for one is often taken by another with more power. Yet one keeps at their activities just the same in hopes that maybe just maybe some reward will come through. Stick with it my friend perseverance will eventually pay off. Very nicely done
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