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Song of the Caged Bird

by Rita Webb

The caged bird, it sings a sorrowful song,
A plaintive cry, for freedom it longs.
Deep beyond surfaces, far beyond cares
Life's meanings lie hidden like fowlers' snares

Blue jeans fade slowly, your shoe soles wear thin,
Life's fleeting purpose on a prayer and a whim.
Clothes and new cars have so little worth
In the grand total of things on this Earth.

Life's carousel, a plastic charade,
Illusion of motion, in one place you've stayed.
Try for the brass ring, you've only one chance.
But it won't mean a thing at the end of the dance.

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