The Featherless Bird.

The time will come
When my feathers will fall,
I am scared for this day
When i stand and can no longer see,
It haunts me as i grow
For each day i’m awake i count my feathers
- One by one -
And i’m bullied for my worry,
I’m bullied for my concern -
That one day,
I’ll wake to find
A featherless body
When i will no longer be a bird.