BC

Becoming Common

High fliers often falter

When the upper winds alter

Catch a gentle updraft

And you might 
just last

A glimmer!

For a moment 
wings shimmer

In the Glory of the sun
At Apex

...but take it not as an omen

That some new life has begun

Your decline,

So Soft 

So delicate

a slow

and

steady

downward

spiral

…until the string snaps

and you tumble 

Preeminently mortal

earth’s core portal

pines for your box

whilst the winds

wish your ashes

instead

Not to feel diminished

Not to feel regret

Your life is where you finished

No One passes the final test