Lonely poet here I speak,
Of dreams bright and realities bleak,
Readily ignored , hearkened by none,
Lost in gimmick , treated as fun.
Golden bird thou flutter by,
Far above in the skies high,
Down below I stare above,
Captive by a golden dove.
Golden bird thou caged by none,
Always flying, always fun,
Of life and hope thou sing,
Cuckoo-ing with the pleasantest sting.
Golden bird thou know it not,
Passions and fervor that thou have wrought,
Shimmer of silver and shine of gold,
Thoroughly worth the praises untold.
Ooh bird of mine beseech thou now, if thou could,
Alight to the plains when times are good,
Would feed thou grains and cage thou not,
Free as ever still not caught.
Lonely poet here I sing………………….
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