My Death In Poetry

The Evolution of Flight

For centuries man has longed to crack the code of

Flight

I did it in seconds

You simply need

Height

Yes

With just the right distance between

Earth

And

Sky

Baby, you can really

Fly

You can soar above clouds without a single care

Going to any time, any place, anywhere

But alas

The timing is

Short

Aie,

The

Bliss

Must be

Brief

And what happens

Next

Brings a great load of

Grief

The elders say to be weary of ground

For what goes

Up

Must surely come

Down