The Fall

For most of us, we strive to do our best Exceeding expectations earnestly Our pinnacle is average at best Which serves to satisfy our vanity When lights come on, some move toward the light Attracted like a moth drawn to a flame We watch, amazed, the risk they take in flight Admiring and bestowing them with fame But when they burn and crash there is no net We judge them from the cheap seats as they fall The beauty of their greatness we forget A falling star is all we can recall For those of you who don't already know Man's greatness is a peak not a plateau. by Daniel Turner