HELP ME, I THINK I’M FALLING

There
is a
free
man in
Paris
who’s
life
was
free
fallin’.
He
kept
calling
Radio
Free
Europe
in the
hope
that he
could
free the
people.
He stood
high in the
Notre Dame stee-
ple. he shouted, “FREE-
DOM!”  “SWEET FREEDOM!”
no one paid any   heed,“Je
Suis” they          would all
intone. “This             is   a free
country and              we are born
free! We wish                   to be free and
thus we are free!” The man thought “How can
this be?  Wishing doesn’t make one free!”‘Why,
it’s like wishing to fly!”Climbing the ledge, he
looked down on Paris and declared,“I want to be
free!”“I shall be fr-                    ee!” “Set me free!”
He spread his                                  arms and leapt.
To his surpr-                                             ise, he soared,
gracefully falling                                                in the Provincial
Sky. A free ride,                                                        free as a bird,
Free to be…you and me,                                                     and a freebird in Paris.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”

FREE AS A BIRD

A spirit soars finally in the peace he sought,
He bought his rest with blood and sweat
and a few hits under his belt.
He was besieged in his adopted city,
it was a pity it turned him away.
Tearful reunions not forthcoming
save for that cold December day.
Sadly “Brother” George would follow.
Sorrow in the playing of their final group
recording. John and George, “Free As a Bird”,
Into the light of the dark black night.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”