A poem I wrote when I was 10
i'm flying high above the sky
don't look down it's mighty high
trees a swayin
children playin
laughter all around
then i smash into a tree and fall to the ground
i really think I'll never fly again
oh wait, you must excuse me
I think I'll fly good bye
dust your shoulders off...comes from a old story where a donkey falls into a well and cannot get out. After the farmer has tried all he can to get his donkey out he gives up and decides to bury it. The donkey decides that he can just stand there and wait for his death or he can brush his shoulders off and step up.
So the real question is do you just lay there or do you step up to the occasion?
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