Saturday, 17 February 2018

The Fall

The Fall

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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