Terry Donovan - Jumper

He stood a while upon the window ledge
And thought about the good times and the bad
He cursed the mem'ry of that broken pledge
And memories of what he never had.
Through little fluffy clouds the sun shone down
And buttercups and grass pushed up below
A fleeting smile replaced his normal frown
Now he'd decided which way he would go.
Farewell he thought to ev'ry foe and friend
To those who'd cry and those who wouldn't care.
At least they'd have to think about his end
And wonder who to blame for his despair.
He jumped, he fell, but did he feel a prat -
Rememb'ring he lived in a ground floor flat.

Terry Donovan

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