My Poultry

I recall the days when spring breathed softly,
the sun shone bright and carried my mind to the past.
Back then I was strong, I was immortal. The sun now sets, and I am mortal once more,
breathing the spring wind, remembering years gone by. This body I have always cherished
cannot halt the march of time. I wrestle against the eternal wheel of ages,
and slowly come to understand:
I must accept myself as I am.

I would have expected a slightly kinder comment, but I guess it’s possible that AI and artificial intelligence sometimes come before humanity. Thank you to everyone for the comments — whether they were good or bad. FFXI still lives in my heart. Actually since 2005. My son showed me this game back then, and a lot of time has passed since. Still, I play it every now and then. Big hearts to all the players.

I don't see a single domesticated bird in this thread. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

Better?