He Fell To His Death
(This is a fictional poem)
My friend had a terrible fear of heights.
He fell to his death and that wasn't right.
He thought he could conquer his fear by climbing Mount Everest.
He died and now his wife and kids are hurting and they're severely depressed.
Now his kids will grow up without a dad.
When I think about their situation, it makes me sad.
He should've picked a better way to conquer his fear.
A lot of people would be happier if he was still here.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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