After years of being taught as a child,

After writing enough essays to line up for a mile,

After learning the purpose of all the buttons on a calculator,

After learning to draw and then graph an alligator,

I, as others, dive off the edge of the ledge.

They say my feathers should carry me.

I see others begin to rise.

I fall to my surprize.

They twist and turn and start to glide.

I cover my head and try to hide.

Majestically, they dance in the sky.

Maybe someday I'll get my chance to fly.

Tell me how, and I will try.