Was it?


Would you fly with me?

He asked, I slowly replied

But not so high, I m afraid

I m doubtful if he heeded

And as if I never knew

How high I came with him

Perhaps he was noticing

Other birds that I wasn’t

Suddenly he said, look down

I fell, I could see no one

I was left behind and I

Struggled hard not to fall

And fly again, but I wonder

Was it not harder on his part

To say so and teach me flying

and believe that I will not fall


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