If you look up do you
see the same sky
or from your side
of the world is it
not that high.
Is it dark or a clear blue
are you alone or is
there someone
there with you.
Though we may speak
a different tongue
we all remember
what it was
like to be young.
When worries were
an innocent distraction
from lives otherwise
filled with satisfaction.
But as we get older
problems seem to increase
until they get so bad
and threaten the peace.
So, take a second
look at the sky
and imagine how good
it would be to fly.
The 50 year old poet 
I smile as I look up into our blue sky laced with gathering clouds. I imagine flying above them where the sky remains blue and looking back at the wind-blown robin sitting at the top of the evergreen. I invite him to join me…
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So very true, it must be wonderful to fly!
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When I was a kid I was so convinced I could fly if I just learned the right combination of effort and belief. I was constantly jumping off of things trying to fly lol.
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