Tomorrow, when this wound's a scar
and fading fast, how sad if then
you count the odds and grasp the bar
for fear that you may fall again?
Since every step invites a slip,
with each the chances multiply,
but better still to loose your grip,
take that chance and falling ....
fly ....
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