Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Poems, Writing

Falling from grace

She was a paradigm of virtue
Before her fall.
Tumbling, windmilling
Down, down, down.

Rock bottom she hit
Without dignity nor grace
And her face wore 
The frown of hate.

But in a measure of class,
She got off her arse
And slowly dragged 
Herself to the top.

Her tale of mobility
Is one for us all.
Don't let the idiots
Dictate your fall.

Photo by Ashley Bean on Unsplash

13 thoughts on “Falling from grace”

      1. Oops, didn’t finish my comment before hitting submit. It should have said: It used to be, before Trump, I would take “Oh you’re such an American” as a compliment. Now I kinda think it’s an insult. 😏

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