
Sparrow
Paul Simon
Who will love a little sparrow
Who’s traveled far and cries for rest
“Not I,” said the oak tree
“I won’t share my branches with no sparrow’s nest
And my blanket of leaves won’t warm her cold breast”
Who will love a little sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word
“Not I,” said the swan
“The entire idea is utterly absurd
I’d be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard”
And who will take pity in his heart
And who will feed a starving sparrow
“Not I,” said the golden wheat
“I would if I could but I cannot I know
I need all my grain to prosper and grow”
Who will love a little sparrow
Will no one write her eulogy
“I will,” said the earth
“For all I’ve created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be”

This made me so sad. What a powerful piece.
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Paul wrote poetry.
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yep, he’s a poet, too… 🙂
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I really like the in-flight photo
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Thanks Derrick, I was pleasantly surprised.
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BELLA GIORNATA kisses 🙂
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Buona giornata Simo. x Questo è il mio venerdì. 🙂
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Nice one!.. I also thought of the song “She is leaving home” by The Beatles… It starts with “wednesday morning”, right?… Love! Aquileana 😀
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Nice song selection. 🙂 Thanks ❤
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poignant and beautiful Maverick!
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Thank you Cybele. 🙂
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Wow amazing!
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Thanks! 🙂
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