With my hand on the wheel and my brain in neutral . . .

Like a bird on the wing

Like a bird on the wing,

or a tree in a storm,

from the very first moment,

at the moment we’re born,

till the very last day,

when the curtains are drawn,

we are children.

I don’t know who wrote this.  It’s one of those little gems that is instantly memorable and will remain in your head for decades, surfacing from time to time.  (Ask me how I know this . . . )

Comments on: "Like a bird on the wing" (2)

  1. Okay I’ll bite. How do you know this?


    • How I know that this little piece of poetry has the power to pop into your thoughts for several decades is that I read this while in high school and it has been resurfacing in my mind every so often for the last 40 years.

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