The Cliff
If I held on, Would they still fall? Over the edge, Down the tall, tall, Cliff. The cliff. I lost them once, To this large rift. If I fell too, Would I care? Would it hurt, Hitting air? Cliff. The cliff. Do I fall too, Do I dare? If I could pull them up, I promise I would. But I’m not that strong, I don’t think I could. What if someone came? What if they pulled too? What if… That someone was you? Would you risk the fall? Would you risk it all? Or pick a different fate, Walking with that weight? Cliff. The cliff. Make the choice. Don’t be too late. *Footnote: I try not to be the too proud parent that publicizes all of their children's achievements, but there are times when I'm so over impressed with something one of them has done that I must share it. To me, this poem is astonishing. I have no idea how my 12 year old daughter became so creative. To me, this poem has elements of genius. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did and if so be sure to comment. |
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