THE OLD MAN AND THE LITTLE BIRD
An old man on his lawn sits,
His home situated deep in the hills.
He watches the little bird
Sing by the daffodils
Like an eagle, time had soared
Now the sky is old and bald.
The tumors ever so incessantly grow,
Soon he’ll be no longer around.
The little bird seemed happier than ever
As it sucked on the sweet nectar.
It wagged its tail in ecstasy,
Paused, and chirped louder.
The old man shook his head and smiled.
He was happy for the bird.
Now he must go in to find someplace to lie
To rest and lay his head.