random poem
The Skydiver
He soars through the air,
The wind in his hair.
Laughing with joy,
Like a small boy.
Time to pull the cord and sail.
Unlucky, for his chute did fail.
His life begins to flash before him.
Hopes his wife can live without him.
Tries to think of things to do.
Screams and cries for someone, who?
Realizing that is it too late,
He calmly starts to accept his fate.
Begins to smile, because he knows
That all will be well when he goes.
No trees in sight, the ground is flat.
SPLAT!