Smiling Eagle
I walk alone, I wonder where 
I go; what shall I find there? 
Shall I be on time, or late? 
I feel the cold touch of a shade 

Lost in my thoughts, I raise my head 
Expecting a cloud, I see you instead 
You fly so high, my winged friend! 
For you the world can have no end 

Against the wind, through rain and storm 
You fight your way, by night and morn 
Keep smiling, eagle, and don't look behind 
For in the end Heavens you'll find!

November 16, 1997
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