Friday Poem #253: Falling
Friday Poem #253: Falling
Oh how graceful I would be
If I fell as a leaf falls from a tree
Or like a feather floating down
Gently tumbling to the ground
I do quite happily sit and stare
As autumn leaves dance in the air
Like ballerinas or acrobats
And quietly wish I could do that.
For grace is a quality I do not possess
Poor motor skills, and a lack of finesse
And in my experience, I’ve always found
By the time I know I’m falling…..
I’m already on the ground.