BirdmanA Poem by Michael G. SmithTo dream...He thought he could
fly… And you may have
seen him try Up upon the
building always peering upward then back down Same old abandon
factory on the edge of a failing town
Day after day
turned into eventually As he became a
fixture, a part of the city Standing like a
statue in the sun; nobody knew his name Imagining who he
was they gave him one; Stevie Ray
And his sight
became their plight and fight to believe A symbol; belief of
an ordinary man’s dream Empathy grew stronger
to us all having the same secret need And each day living,
barely getting by, Birdman made us free
Now, it was easier
to look up, smile and keep on going Think to themselves
“Stevie just leap and flap your wings… And please let our
conscious be your faith Jump off into the
sky and know you’ll be safe
Then a day before
the first of winter came Stevie was gone, no
more silhouette upon the shingled frame The townsfolk one by one began to gather round To the spot beneath
where they thought he might be found
I could see through
the deep sadness and past all the silence We were all
dreaming in our mind’s eye yearning for assurance Knowing one of the
shadows up in the clouds soaring high Was not a man dead
but Stevie as an angel who took a chance for all mankind… believing © 2015 Michael G. SmithReviews
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