The Last Crow

An uplifting poem which reminds us to keep our hopes high and never lose faith in our ability to defy our doubts.

Everyone has a story,
People can place themselves in scenarios and situations,
Different words and different rhymes in order to define who they are.
But here's my rhyme.
When someone says "what's your story?",
I give them a story.
"Its called The Last Crow" I would say,
A story where one grows to like the main character,
Where the villain is looked down upon
And any surroundings are looping round and around the storyline.

There once was a crow,
He was always the last to show.
His wings ragged like worn cloth,
All his friends compared him to a sloth.
His beak was long but never long enough,
Each individual feather looked battered and rough.
Every day he would gaze into the sky,
And each day he would always wonder why.
Why can't I fly?
He quizzed his family this nagging thought,
But they just repeated the same line that he was taught.
"If you believe in yourself, you can do anything".
"Lies", he would say.
Nothing ever goes my way.
When I try to fly I just hit the ground,
Yet my friends all take off without a sound,
They get to feel the wind in their feathers,
While I get strapped down by life's own tethers.
My feeble attempts to keep up hope,
Would be constantly met with failure dragging me down with chains and rope,
But no.

It isn't about belief, it just isn't so.
One day he tried again to fly but was met with the taunts of his fellows,
He furiously flapped through their insults and heartbreaking bellows.

The crow felt different, as if renewed,
He cared not a little when the other screeched "you're screwed"
And before he knows it, through all of his might,
He did it.
He finally took flight.
It was the best feeling in the world,
Not the feeling of flying but proving everyone wrong.
The amount of people saying "you will never fly" became a small thought,
He never gave in and never gave up.
The crow felt the vibrations of victory swell in his ears,
And despite everyone waving at him and smiling,
He couldn't see through his tears.
The words "Yes I Can" singing to him in harmonies,
Like a small violin swelling to the victorious crescendo.
A constant voice yelling in his ear "we did it"
He remembered the words "If you believe in yourself, you can do anything"
Yes.
Never give up, never surrender.
This is the story of The Last Crow.
The one left behind.
Tell his story as often as you tell your own.
To teach everyone that your story isn't set in stone.

Author's Note

This is based on a bedtime story I told my nephew once.

Reviews

[Wee]

I like this Joshua it reminds me that there will always be light at the end of what can seem like the darkest tunnel, good work the world needs more hope and positives keep writing brother.