So why can't we?
What's so bad about admitting
We are fallible and weak?
Society rewards the winners
But they also fall eventually
Only their landing is softer, less fatal
Falling is something we all do
Whether from horse or bicycle
Apple tree or bar stool
Or sanity's slippery rim
Like leaves in Autumn
Or dying birds over Chernobyl
Gravity has a hand in it
But it's a weak force compare to life
Rolling as it does from birth to death
So that we all fall off that cliff
And into a long goodnight.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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