There is the question of life and I <br />Questioned it again on my way to <br />The next town, somewhere in between <br />This place and wherever this road <br /> <br />Takes me, and I drew a bird once with <br />Only one wing and it flew in circles on <br />My page, around and around and finally <br />Gave up and sat just lead and lines <br /> <br />And now I follow these lines, this gray road <br />To another place where I will find yet <br />Another metaphor for life, it is a compass <br />Without a north, it is a lie without <br /> <br />A point, it is a grit toothed smile <br />It is a sunset without a moon, it is one <br />Step after one step, left than right, than <br />Circle and circle and slowly, slowly fade<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-bird-this-metaphor/
