When I Fall
November 21, 2016
What can I say, but the ground comes up awful quick when I fall.
It seems I am making the proverbial face plant more often than I would like.
Maybe I should stay down.
It would be easier.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much next time I tripped.
But the view is not so good from down here, and maybe.. if I could bear the thought of standing just a little bit taller, I might see something special.
Something that may soften the blow next time my feet give way,
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