A tumble, a mumble, a crash and a bang,
I tumble down.
I fall, I feel, I fight, I need, I hang,
Tumbling down to the ground.
A friend, a love, a giant kind hug,
Can ease the pain of the pound.
A flash, a wiz, a whir, a blur, and a new drug,
I feel age now on the ground.
A jolt, a shock, a play on my stock,
What happened? I have become round.
My life, my all, my being is moving, going to the flock,
Not yet time to be interred in the ground.
Realize, compromise, argue and cajole,
An old body to make it go, go, go…
Or give up, give out and give in,
And become ground fearfully in the end?
I think I feel, I am you are,
I will not Tumble down, but tumble up to the nearest Star…
We all go to ground, we all will…
Tumble Down…
