“Flightless” by Scott Sparks

The shortsightedness of failed men
It teaches children carelessness
Someone else to pay the rent
Hungry stomach, pocket lint
Unwilling to spread wings they’re given
Perched in flightless indecision
The pestilence of failed men
Teaches children wrecklessness
Someone else blamed in defeat despite accounts of witnesses
Unable to admit misdirected intent
Someone else to pay the rent
Hungry stomach, pocket lint
A wise man may stumble but it’s part of the rumble
Under unknown weight it’s understandable to shake
Yet how many of them crumble?
A wise man may fall but always rises to the call
A scuff or scrape ain’t enough for him to capitulate
No matter what’s led him to such a wall
I was once a failed man of which was done by my own hand
‘Til something greater helped me scrub said pestilence to grains of sand
Let wings unwilling refuse to flutter
No one will notice if eyes are upward
Wise men stumble and sometimes fall
All part of the rumble as they rise to the call

(5/9/17)

—Scott Sparks

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About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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