Wingspan- a poem

Photo by dear friend, Craig

EACH day, you do a little more

To make your life complete.

You move along to face the day,

Tomorrow, yet repeat.

AND yet sometimes it seems as though

You end where you began,

Pause one day and take the time

To measure your wingspan.

FOR many miles have passed since when

You took your own first flight,

And many miles remain ahead

Before you reach your height.

Retm

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