It is like the flight of an eagle, with purpose and poise, even for this regal scavenger,
It can be your comic book super hero, whether that be Superman or an Avenger,
Or the astronauts, who trimmed space, who died aboard the shuttle Challenger.

There are those who pass every academic test, may not be easy but they are the best of the best,
Then there are some whose careers take off like rockets, maybe they are brilliant and blessed,
Maybe you are a parent of one or more, raising and loving is natural for your efforts and zest.

I am still, moving, free
to chase, to pursue, while falling behind has become my undoing, I seem out of balance,
unsuccessful, might I be.  
There are minutes and hours, days and years, time has flown and ahead follow that essence,
I catch a hint, a wispy
trail when someone passes by, or listen like, the wall-fly I am tasting, the air for excellence.
That is all I can do, taste the air.