The Skydiver

Long ago but just yesterday I knew a man who flew

In a town so far away where the nights became the day

The sun shone so bright on this city made of clay

Our dreams were big, the day long, and the city new.

Time was unknown to us but always there 

As seconds clicked to minutes and hours to years

The sun, once so bright, left us, revealing only fears

All decays over time, leaving little but despair

The man who flew knows none of what transpired

He left us when the sun was bright at high noon

Knowing not despair or fear, he reached for something higher

Although his chute collapsed, his life was in its June.

Weep not for the man who flew but those still around

Having not known fear, nor decay, nor what became of his city

He belonged to the sun above, and we are on the ground

A well lived life is never short, and preferable to pity.