Wish

The truisms, the rhymes, the "pain",
the part of me that makes me vain,
Take it away God, make me plain --
Just a purpose, & a spirit that does not wane.

Which bird

First he wanted to be an Eagle,
right at the top of the world.
Then he fancied the Seagull --
a vast ocean beneath a free bird.

Now he envies the quiet little one
that rests daily on the pole across the street.
A picture of serenity against the setting Sun,
perched calmly after the hard day's beat.