The Free Bird Reminded Me

I wonder how you're doing my old friend

You young creature whose swiftness I can't contend

I recall those talks, living wild but not free

Predators lurked, but you'd still chirp back to me

I'd see you often, as we maneuvered

and slogged through life, like an odd herd

A young man, a young bird, with a friendship

I look back now and recall our great fit

The slightest of joy you brought kept me high...

But enough of you, I should pay homage to another guy

He also flies high

In the sky

But thank you for reminding me

R.I.P.