The attached image was given by ‘Realistic Poetry’ on Twitter and told to write a short poem. Here is what I wrote.
Time To Fly.
Started with a crawl, ah’ then many hands held,
When fallen wept then shed tears my parental hands wiped,
Many miles away from all wandered,
The vagabond life, learned, lived, enjoyed and cried more.
Everything to the wrath of time with age fell,
Never crawled, never cried but in wheels rolled,
Now time beyond senses passed by,
No need to crawl, no wheels needed, time to fly.