FALLING OR FLYING Poem, by Rooster, at My poetic side

Falling, falling through the days and empty spaces of an endless universe,

ever falling what is one to do but learn to fly.

Flying high through the sky always and never asking why.

Who we meet along the way can bring light

or darken our day.

Choose your path and open the door life is soon to even the score.

This they have told me more than once.

Believe them or not we must all find meaning to this plot

so soon to rot.

Falling or flying for a better life we all are vying

so soon to be dying.

So always keep trying, whether falling or flying.

This is your life so stop your crying

We are all falling or flying. JD

FALLING OR FLYING