Broken Wing A poem is likeA broken wing, andThis birdI kneeledDown and scoopedUp with myHands to mendA broken wing,So, he can fly Others are Reading Transition An Ode to a Friend (Part III): My Oldest Friend Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Union Palo Alto Baylands Two Races, One Love Hey, It’s an Announcment Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 7 − one =