The fragility, that sunset touch,
Just one misstep, a sudden fall
Broken leg, limping as with crutch
And life comes to so swiftly stall
Stride along, masters of our fate
Easy sauntering through the town
Until the pavement is not straight
And pride is sent fast crashing down
Frail we are, made flesh and bone
Life is lived between each breath
The pain of falling makes me groan
Travelling on from birth to death
Touched by an angel or by fate
Either way, the hour is late
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