A SAD ENDING

His plane lay in a heartbreaking heap now,

A piece here. a piece there. beyond repair;

Sadly he surveyed the obvious damage

That was caused by a mere pocket of air.

It started out as any other summer day,

The sun was high, the air seasonably warm;

He only wanted to see his creation fly,

Not intending to do such bodily harm.

This plane was his favorite of all three

Models that hung from the shop ceiling;

And whenever he saw it high in the air,

Only he knew the pride he was feeling.

But as the Word goes.. so painfully true,

That pride goeth before a fall,

'Twas not meant to be that this plane

Was ever to fly again… at all!

So a bitter lesson was learned today,

Everything that goes up must come down,

But in flying a plane its survival depends

On how gently it touches the ground.

~Twilah~

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