What would it be like to fly?
To open up my wings and take flight?
What would it be like to be normal?
No one would ever know.
What would it be like to be alone?
And to never show?
What would it be like to be crowded?
But never have the right friend?
All these thing,
And many more,
Are all things one
May not adore.
Except there's one exception,
The first one you
read Is one every
person wants participation in.
YOU ARE READING
Tuesdays
PoetryPoems with Tuesday the ever-so-friendly cat! Poems about everything.
