You may show your happiness
To see me fall
But let me make you remember
My fall is not your rise
You may go clapping your hands
To see my decline
But let me make you remember
After hitting the bottom I shall bounce back
You may go rejoicing around
To see me crash down
But let me make you remember
Same fate waits for him who stands tall
You may get a sigh of relief
To see me being hit hard
But let me make you remember
Harder is the hit, stronger I bounce back
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No one can take away the beauty of poetry of the poet. A poet is like a surfer sitting at the crest of the wave. The crest comes down only to rise back and to come down. The title of your poem has a beautiful message. I am always encouraged by your thoughtful comments. Thank you.