Sprung from some tough times in my life and a little retro/introspection.
Below is the poem entitled Fall which was written by poet
Nichols. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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A toddler's stumble, a parent's catch,
he'll walk alone so soon.
Freewill negates most every latch.
No song without a tune.
Now adolescence binges nightly.
Some see a future bleak.
Those who can't their minds closed tightly.
Deaf minds will never speak.
Middle-aged, depressed, he paces.
How did he lose his edge?
Frozen feet, yet a mind that races
while he's stepped out on the ledge.
For reality now he sees more clearly,
and present cannot be past.
For no one wants to be just nearly.
In the human race, first is last.