Last Thought


It was his last thought before he fell.
“I’m going to do this, I’m going for it,” he said.
Then he took a trust fall as he stepped out of his shell.
Something inside him spoke, “wake up sleepyhead, it’s time to live, so go-ahead.”
His look at life was like a lover asking time “would you like to dance mademoiselle?”
Eventually, his dreams were in front of him all because he believed in the letterhead.
Next thing he knew, he was a happy man, falling to make a business and build clientele.
He pursued a passionate life once his garden started blooming more than simply lettuce.

He didn’t mind the weather, for he continued to garden no matter the changing climate.
The work was his Savior, and he enjoyed flower blossoming lectures.
He looked at Mount Everest and said “there’s flowers up there, it’s got to be climbable.”
So he grabbed his things and put moving mountains to new lengths.

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