Once, I flew...

I don't write poetry, I always said I don't, but I did. I feel soiled...

Once I knew the taste of flight,
I soared aloft with soul so light.
Floating up, I cried aloud,
Inviting friends to share my cloud.

But youth’s fine feelings could not last,
And heavy soul followed heavy past.
I found my world so firmly bounded,
And my heart was cruelly grounded.

No more do I roam the skies,
Where the child so gaily flies.
No wings to bear my soul aloft,
No home I find in cloud so soft.

This life, I know, have left its mark,
The light I had has fallen dark.
Where once I know the taste of flight,
For now I wander earthly night.

But worse would come from grief-born weight,
And crushed, I walk with crippled gait.
Stout cane in hand, I struggle on,
But still remember what is gone.

When morning chases off the night,
I wake and push my body onward;
For once you have tasted flight,
Forever will you walk with your eyes turned skyward.