I found a poor bird that had passed away.
He had a sharp proud beak and plumage of gray.
-walking home from school today
You could tell the remains were long since forgotten.
You could see that his body was tattered and rotten.
His once strong wings are now feeble as cotton.
-remains were long since forgotten
Standing there staring at the downcasted bird,
For no reason at all the insides of me stirred. . .
Then suddenly a horrific thought had occured.
-staring at the downcasted bird
I thought of how magnificent the creature had been,
and realized, that eventually all good things must wear thin.
Once you are dead, there's no way to win.