Falling

Feckless fear is a wretched companion.
Fear of strangers, fear of loss,
The quivering fear of being alone.
But worlds come undone
And time relents meaning
When the canon of gravity bullies its’ reign.

Quickly,
So quickly, hard objects propel
To strike supple flesh
And break brittle bone
With a feeling more like a
Film in slow motion,
Played out in agony,
Pushed to the pain.

So unlike the youthful thrill.
The exhilaration of unfettered flight
Through billowing clouds,
Though common sense might
Speak to the mind to declare it insane.

The wisdom of age grows a
Widening respect for 
The art and the need of
Remaining upright.
For the mischief of falling
Brings dire consequence.
A poor worthless beggar
With nothing to gain.

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