Standing On the Edge

As I stand on the edge Slowly looking down, I cannot help but wonder How far to the ground. Inside I am shaking I’m trying to act real brave. Should I close my eyes and just do it Or should I smile and wave. As I stop and look around me All my friends have gone, I’m the only one still hanging here, Time that I moved on. It’s just that I had such a good life, I loved it so much being here. I know that my life has expired But I hold every moment so dear. Finally I know I must do it So close my eyes and let go, I actually feel like I’m floating, Or flying really slow. Now as I land I’m astonished How soft the ground seems to be, And the pillowy pile where I landed, Are all the leaves that left before me. Brenda Meier-Hans 10. 12. 2013