How did it come to this?
A forced landing, weakened wings
a solid source of former strength,
taking you through
dark clouds and heavy downpours.
Those resilient wings assured your
as you soared through storms,
high winds battering
and pressing upon your life.
Now those same weathered wings
bear evidence of missing feathers,
thinning bones and shrunken wingspan,
no longer able to lift and sour
or glide with the gusto that carried
you through turbulent tempests.
Slowly, slowly you learn to accept
those clipped wings, to be content
with nesting in the arms of elderhood.
You submit to this final appendage
of your journey, bid farewell
to cherished autonomy
and slowly fold your worn wings
in peaceful surrender.
Fly While You Still Have Wings