Drowning
In the depths of azure skies, once flew,
An eagle soared, its dreams it knew.
With feathers bright, it graced the air,
A symbol of freedom, beyond compare.
But fate was cruel, and storms did brew,
A tempest wild, the eagle flew.
Caught in the current, it struggled in vain,
A drowning plight, in the ocean's domain.
With weakened wings, it fought the gale,
An unwelcome twist, a tragic tale.
As waves crashed down, hope slipped away,
The eagle's flight no longer held sway.
In the churning sea, its spirit sank,
A life extinguished, a solemn rank.
Yet, in its demise, a lesson it taught,
To cherish life's flight, for it's too soon naught.
The drowning eagle, a poignant sight,
A reminder of life's transient flight.
Let its fate implore, with every plea,
To cherish our time, and live it free.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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