Dropping the ball by Shannon McEwenThrowing balls into the air with ease
Up, up, up, endlessly lifting
All the while thinking it’s a breeze
Cycling thoughts constantly sifting
Seemingly having it all under control
Adding more and more to the dance
Whirling, swirling in an upward roll
No thought to the element of chance
Arrogance leaves a bitter taste
When what goes up comes down
Perfect precision gone to waste
And this smile wears to frown
And all the balls now tumbling
Graceless moves to stop the fall
While tired hands are stumbling
Unable to hold on to them all
10/08/2011 Posted on 10/09/2011 Copyright © 2024 Shannon McEwen
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