High HorseA Poem by Christopher TaitA reaction to someone's arrogance...But what if you fall? Do you really think that I’ll always be there to catch you, to cushion you, to save you? Do you take me for granted, for a given, for an absolute, for permanence? If I’m not there, then the fall is that much more dangerous. Please give me the respect that I deserve and that I know you can give. You weren’t always like this, and I know that you can change. You just have to want to. But if you don’t, I’ll go, and you’ll have a good view on your high horse of me leaving. And I won’t come back. Who, then, will catch you if you tumble, if you stumble, if you fall? © 2015 Christopher Tait |
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2015 Last Updated on June 27, 2015 AuthorChristopher TaitPhiladelphia, PAAboutSome might ask me if I'm back and, yeah, I'm thinking I'm back. more..Writing
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