Book 43

Page 49

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Poor little plane

Poor little plane

always trying to go up

Text Box: Up, up and away
I think I can! 
I think I can!
while the earth is always trying to

bring you down.

 

It’s so plane-ly hard to stay in the air.

O it’s not like being a little boat,

where all you have to do is …

‘float’.

 

O poor little plane,

it must drive you insane!

Struggle against life always going against the tide;

life is surely not on your side!

 

A plane’s life can’t be easy;

nature being the enemy.

You can’t be a follower of ‘Tao’.

You can never be in the now!!!

 

Flying …

flying,

always trying to fly

against all odds somehow.

 

 

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au Created  Nov 22, 2006