From First to Last

FredPeyer

He was always the one who could

throw the ball a little further

run a little faster, jump a little higher

 

He was always the one who would

get the prettier girl

be the center of attention

 

He was always the one who wanted

to try something new

to put himself out there

 

No wonder he was the first to

experiment with drugs

to drive a car with no license

 

The only one to succeed in

throwing away his future

going from first to last

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2021 15:47
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  • dusk arising

    Reminds me of a one legged daredevil I once knew.

  • FredPeyer

    Thanks dusk, what happened to the other leg?

  • Doggerel Dave

    No boundaries - You've said it all, Fred.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Dave, and you did it much better. You said it all with only two words!

      • Doggerel Dave

        Come off the grass, Fred. Not the point, and you know it! You've produced a perfectly structured Moral Tale which kept me interested and entertained - mine was a sterile distillation, a summary..

      • AlitaOpal

        Dare to live.. that's me.. no fear.. love this 🌹

      • Goldfinch60

        Yes there are those out there that start off better than we are but push themselves into a dreadful future.

        Andy

      • orchidee

        Doh! The Good Book says as much: 'The first will be last, and the last shall be first'.
        I was first every year - still am - in The World's Worst singer Contest. lol.

      • Andrew Charles Forrest

        Too High Too Fast Too Soon (Mike Scott)

        Excellent write I think we all knew someone like that? partly why we are still here

        Bravo

      • L. B. Mek

        sad, those who find an easy path at the beginning of their lives, tend: to waver and stray, when time's - inevitably, get 'uglier'...
        a searching read you've penned dear Poet,
        thanks for sharing



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