One Broken Wing

Unable to fly it sits there and dies.

My life has been sad and it had it's ups and downs but what can I can say,

But one day I found a little black bird with one broken wing crying "misery",

So I took it home and fed it and gave it a name but still it cried "misery",

But when I tried to fix it, it bit me and scratched me and called me names,

The next day to my dismay that the bird had run away crying "misery",

Latter in my life I found again that little black bird with one broken wing,

So once again I took it home fed it and did the same but it still cried "misery",

So I forced that bird down and strapped it to the ground and fixed it's wing,

The bird bit me and scratched me and called me names but it no longer cried "misery",

When it was well the little black bird with two working wings flew away,

Since then my life got better it's still ups and downs but I can't complain,

But then I realized that "I" was the little black bird with one broken wing.

Author's Note

Truth in writing.