An old man said to me.
I’ve learned how to fly.
I congratulated him and asking what he flew.
He said you don’t understand I’ve learned how to fly.
All I do is step off the ground and away I go.
Scoffing I said how impossible that was,
we have small planes, large passenger aircraft
and nimble fighter jets that carry us to the sky.
He looked sad shook his head,
stepped off the ground and flew away.
Never again did I see him, and how jealous I became.
For he learned how to really fly, and he was free.

Nick Davis