What do you do when the flock’s flown away?

What do you do when the flock’s flown away?

By Lauren Nagy, Literary Editor

What do you do when the flock’s flown away?

Do you dread your tomorrow, bemoan your today?

Wonder perhaps if some good can still come,

If in your uniqueness, you still can have fun?

 

Do you scream at your lame wings and wish they would fly?

Others soar effortless, passing you by…

Without second thought, they’re all tweeting a song

That you can’t get in tune with, you can’t sing along.

 

It’s not that you’re not, you’re just different, all right

I’d speak of your gifts but I’d be here all night

Just think, if you can’t move, alone in the tree,

Perhaps it’s a sign that you’ve something to be.