I Remember The Caterpillar

t'was a story told
when i was young

the moth that circled
the fire of the lamp
he gets burned

the daedelus on the
wings of wax
he flew too high
and the sun melted
his wings and to
the sea he drowns

the caterpillar that
struggled to the top
kicking other
caterpillars along
the way only to
find that there is

nothing at the top
that on the other
side are mountains
of caterpillars that
never knew that
they are all destined

to fly and be some
colorful butterflies

it amazes me
it still amazes me
how can i not
easily understand

my own destiny

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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