MYFLOETRY:MELO BIRD

I walked through life with a gun & knife.
My head in my chest,
And my two fist balled up real tight.
I came across a bird who's has gotten hurt.
Unable to fly and in due time it well die.
Should I pick it up, heal it & teach it how to fly?
From what I've seen the bird was hurt badly.
Maybe because no one took it's time out to guide.
So I look up to the sky & asked God why.
Why everytime I walk there's birds fallen out the sky?
Like always there's any reply.
So I yelled to him with water in my eyes,
"Word to my mother this the last time"!!!
I picked up the bird & questioned it.
If I heal your wounds & you fly away,
Will you ever stop and heal some along your way?
It didn't reply in words but,
Looked me straight in the eyes & chirped.
As the days went by the bird begined to fly.
Fell a couple of times but still tried.
If you ever seen how strong & smart the bird became,
you'll understand why I'm the man I am today.
I walk through life with no gun nor knife,
With my head held up & two hands by my side,
Waiting for the next bird to fall out the sky.......

Mr.Stanley