The Old Seagull

The old sea-gull The old one-legged sea-gull sat on my roof near the chimney if felt the cold, scanning the sky. Once it had been the captain on the outer reef and fought many a battle to sit on his crown Someone took a shot at it, and it lost a leg, together with oncoming elderliness, it left its kingdom. Took refuge on my roof and lives of scraps of food. It is still standing proud, but it can´t be hidden the decline that overcomes us all. Like the sea-gull, we have to battle on, be dignified of the onset awaiting us.