THE UGLY DUCKLING

Oh the ducks, they called him ugly,
but he bloomed to a swan of sheer beauty.
His flock with him didn’t get together,
for he was a bird of different feather.

They jeer him not, they cheer him not,
he found the pack a boring lot.
He felt they were just not enough,
he knew he was made of better stuff.

But one day he did find,
more blossoms of his kind.
Then that day he had to break,
for he was not just another drake.

He was just a class apart;
he had just one thing to heart.
Beyond the ducks could ever dream,
to reach the skies of purple sheen.

When he spread his wings to reach the skies,
the drakes they gave their pithy cries.
They hurt him with say, stick and stones;
they beat him but to break his bones.

Say stick and stones in vain,
he broke free the shackle chain.
Cause his heart was not with him now,
but in the purple skies up above.

No weep, no cries, no tears in eyes,
he spread his wings to reach the skies.
For his heart lay not in this pond,
but in the purple skies and beyond.

Will the drakes ever understand?
Nothing shall stop this flying swan.
Stubborn, stupid and insane,
forever so they shall remain.
Lost inside their social maze,
Milling around in a hazy daze.
Wasting all their worthy days,
burying their dreams in their pillowcase.

Too scared to break free and run,
too scared to reach out for the sun.
When he soars far beyond
they shall die and rot in this pond