Aging

Aging

A Poem by Joshua McCormick

When I was four I became a bird,
I would soar and soar without being heard.
When I was ten I became the earth
Giving birth to birds that Mother would send.
When I was twelve I became the mother
Who'd deliver children to all her children
And watch them struggle to carry the seed
Right hand up, left hand down
I am eighteen now and director of sound.
If you got questions about my transitions
Start learning at an early age.

© 2008 Joshua McCormick


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