Poetry Corner 

        Hard Landing

I asked the man 
Who snatched the dollar I gave him
How he wound up here,
It was just a hard landing,
One day he said
He'll walk out of here
With his head held high
His eyes on the prize,
But some hard landings
Are what they are
You try to recover
But you never get very far.
I've had a soft landing
My dignity still in tact
But the compromise Was made
And there are things I lack
I want the grace of a dancer
Lightly touchdown
To know the tug of gravity
When my feet leave the ground
I've had too many hard landings,
So graceless So wasted
By the knowledge
Of this is how its got to be.
I used to be an acrobat,
Twirl among the stars
But my wings of wax
Were melted
When I flew too close to the sun
Lessons learned
Lessons that came with hard Landings
In places with no give,
With no mercy.
I was laid low
No hope of rescue
To repair these broken wings
Of an angel 
Who did not heed the warning
Of the hard landing
​That waited just ahead.