Toward the end of a hard day's work, sometimes I get to feeling low. <br />I don't own much besides my shirt and my loving life is touch and go. <br />I sing the blues because I see that nothing's right and plenty's wrong. <br />Then I hear this bird up close mocking my sad complaining song: <br />O Mocking Bird Against the Sun singing what's been sung before, <br />Repeating things and nothing more, I Am You and We Are One. <br />O Mocking Bird Against the Sun doing what has been designed: <br />Being born to fill our time with nothing more than what's been done. <br />Once, when luck was good to me, men said I was very wise. <br />And when the ladies looked at me, I saw promise in their eyes. <br />I walked like I was kin to gods. And separated from the herd <br />I made up my own applause. then I hear this mocking bird: <br />chorus- - - <br />I've seen this bird most everywhere: in a mess of telephone wires; <br />On top of castles in the air; on top of chimneys without fires. <br />It must have been there at my birth and sang my songs when I was young <br />And, with me, it'll leave this earth, and another bird will do what's done. <br />chorus----<br /><br />Joseph Damico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-mocking-bird-against-the-sun-i-am-you-and-we-a/
