Posted in English poetry, Mindful

The Big Drop


A person once walked,

Climbing on a stalk,

He was successful well,

More even then a dumbbell,

Awards were given all around,

So much that he was sound,

Life was running on smooth,

So peaceful as a still tooth,

But then some awards stood,

And started wearing hoods,

The person had to run,

Only to get stable hun,

For this he had to do a dive,

That was from yards high,

Adjustment was hard yes,

Yet he had trust in God nevertheless,

Thus life was in a new turn,

Alas a new journey had begun!

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