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
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