This dream I have where I am falling,
To someone for help also I am calling,
Ignored and forgotten I seem to be,
Falling into the pit where life is not free…
No parachute do I have for myself to save,
Seems to someone else that item I gave,
Floating past me on wings of silk,
They laugh and tell me to drink more milk…
Only another thousand or so feet,
Then I will be just so much meat,
The vultures are already circling,
Maybe before I do hit the ground,
The devil I can somehow cheat…
© ed ~ 4/13/06
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Birgit and roger
Holy Shit I would not like to have a glass floor that high...a mirrir floor would be much better.....lol!!
Love Tinka
Eileen