The Fall

The Fall
I just fell from a precipice.... though not too high...
fell on the back of my flat head...
heavens saved me
you want to know why?
coz I have yet to compose poems
without a score
and
many will learn from me.....all the more

Two things in life are for certain

CALAMITY

and

OPPORTUNITY

always come unannounced

Curtain!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

lol

you are such a funny person loved
i hope calamity didn't hurt your head too much
at least it gave you the opportunity to tell us about it :)
love judy
xxxx

No there was a thunder...

No there was a thunder... all asunder
I couldn't salvage myself
but to get on my two feet
was helped

now I'm keeping myself under surveillance
for seventy two hours....... I know nothing will happen ...
as this wasn't the first occasion .

I'm adept to face head injuries
but they also are scared of me.........hahahahaa..
Shall be able to give a detailed report
much ,much later may be ,
just wait and do see...

Hi loved

perhaps it's all that falling which flattened your noggin lol.............stan

yeah you bet it helped

head injuries are a great cure
for many a malady.
just believe me..
see you after seventy two hours .
simply pray for me..
of course you will have to
wait and see....

Dear Loved,

very humorous with a touch of truth added. I love secret ingredients!

always, Cat

Thanks Cat,it is very much

humorously truthful....
So far so good
but another few hours
of self observation will do.
Hopefully I shall compose my thanks
for the concern to all of you.

Loved

I would have fetched you a drink of water
it would have saved you from going with Jill
I knew you shouldn't ought'r.
It is Jacks job don't you see
It was his crown that was to be broken
Now what can I tell the kids their rhyme is bespoken
By a young bard that wanted an affair
With a young Jill with golden hair
Get real man and get off that hill
Ha! Ha! I am laughing still,
Yours Sparrow, that bids you no ill