Flying Together Poem by Fred Odom

There once were trapezists

Named Ned and Sue Pound,

(Although with their names

They belonged on the ground) .

In their minds and their hearts

They thought each was the best.

With flips, rolls and dives

And each acrobatic tumble

They thought to themselves,

“Lord, it’s hard to be humble.”

Their hearts became prideful

With each beat in their chest.

As each day they got better, their pride was renewed

And a net below them, disdainfully eschewed.

While true each a star as they climbed to the skies,

In their quest for more fame they forgot to surmise

That to be good trapezists,

One catches, one flies.