Monday, February 12

The poem of the week


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A dear friend sent me this poem and I thought, why not sharing it with you. After all, life is about sharing what is meaningful, significant, and fulfilling. The poem is called The Sparrow by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906), an African-American poet and novelist. I hope you enjoy it.

THE SPARROW


A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,

And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.


So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life's window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;


But we, in traffic's rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.

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