Getting Through I saw a bird this morning Who couldn't fly away. His bright left wing was broken Before the break of day. As I watched his struggle I hoped that he would win. How could God be cruel To my beautiful, small kin. I saw a snail crawling Across the walk today. He couldn't know the danger Of his absurd display. I hope he was successful, But I couldn't stay to watch. I had business elsewhere As I saw by my new watch. I saw my love retreating Into an easy life. Love has no conception Of how to handle strife.