THE BIRDMAN A SALUTE TO IRON MIKE TYSONA Poem by Mario VitaleAn in depth look at the birdman Mike Tysonoutside his window they hover over through gallows of granduer to endure
great wisdom comes from above given to him through temples of fire long lines alone
Tyson was used to providing learn to take each new day in perspective
never let them leave you second guessing I must clearly confess
The birdman was a dreamer a no it all talker falling apart at the seams
a closet king in a world so very mean destined for soaring heights tonight in flight
there was a lesson to be learned the birdman goes for a watch
chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance
super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines look deep within my friend
columns of piers we shed a single tear for all to draw ever nearer © 2018 Mario Vitale |
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Added on January 12, 2018 Last Updated on January 12, 2018 AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more.. |

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