Gracious
Gliding graciously as I fall down the stairs,
Reaching the bottom with a gracious crash,
Always gracious when somebody treads on my foot,
Crashing through the ceiling graciously as a floor joist breaks my fall,
Impaling my foot with a garden fork and graciously hopping around after,
On the floor at a job interview after graciously falling off a bench,
Unique abilities to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory with such grace,
Stiches at A&E after falling and landing graciously on the door keys in my pocket.
By Christopher Tye
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Thank God for saving Chris graciously. Thanks Chris for the poem.