The golden bird gone missing

There was no one day when I realized 
I wasn't any special. 
Work happily told of the many tiny pearls 

in the sea, that they are all beautiful. 

There was no one day when I realized 
I wasn't my young self anymore.
With a knowing smile, Hope again pointed to Grace 

playing hide and seek along the inevitable course of nature.

There was no one day when I realized 
Powers that give you life die or leave
Experience whispered heavily that trudging on
somehow comes off as dignified.

Near the mesmerizing statue,
the golden bird was gone one day.
Wisdom came to console me.
But I was inconsolable that day.

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