When People Fall
When People Fall
When people fall from buildings it’s alright
They die for a reason
Like love, hate or architectural anomalies
Still, they have to pay a fine because suicides illegal
When people fall from planes it’s hard
To find your footing
At 30,000 feet you’re sure to meet your maker
When jet comes apart and no brakes to apply
When people fall from cliffs it’s difficult
To hear them going down from a distance
From a slip or mishap
Perhaps an equipment design or human flaw
When people fall from grace it’s crazy
They say free fall is fun…at first
It happens over time and makes you lazy
When you land you’ll find it hurts
When people fall short it’s cute
You’re parachute won’t open
I guess that’s because you’re on the ground
This revelation should keep you safe and sound
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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