The Watershed Years

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An Eagle Soars When I was young, a boy, in elementary and high school, I had broad wings, I flew like a hawk, High and graceful, gliding, riding all the thermals. I had domain over my territory. Then, came college, I was lost, A round peg in a square hole. Somehow, my wings were clipped, I mostly wandered, like Siddhartha, aimlessly For sixty months, I did not fly, I mostly crawled. Then, I met the love of my life, who told me I could fly, That she had watched me fly, and it was a beautiful sight. Ok, I thought, and I told her I was a sparrow, She told me ?no, you are an eagle?. I told her, ?Ok, let?s say I?m a robin?, ?No?, she said, ?you are an eagle.? ?Ok, I said, I am a dove, ? Again, she told me I flew like an eagle. I agreed, and said I was a hawk, She told me, ?no, you are not a hawk, you are an eagle?. Ok, I told her I was an eagle, and, I told her I could fly again, She told me ?eagles don?t fly, they soar, Now, soar?.