PARADOXICAL ME

Every time something or someone falls,
It hurts them, they hit the ground hard
A baby learns to walk after it crawls,
And then falls again, his body scarred.

Something that amuses me
In most situations,
Is plain irony.
Our beer mugs clinked
With joy, I received a call,
I heard a cry.
The moment passed,
My best friend, her grand father
She had lost.

We talked about great stories,
And literature,
I realized that I had been privileged
To be given books that I never read,
When so many children stood deprived,
For which tears they’d shed.

A lover’s unaccepted love,
I tried to console, erase,
His defeat I tried to embrace,
Again I mention irony,
Because he was the one;
The one who betrayed me.

Sometimes you feel that feeling,
Of being dropped from a height
You feel so high, you feel so low
Free falling- my heart witnesses
Space and time alter
My minds premises,
I feel light, almost nothing
I feel solace- just how
An autumn leaf; falls with grace;
Onto the hard floor, but the fall
My dear is light, it doesn’t hurt
But yet it falls into the dirt.
Now isn’t that ironic,
Don’t you think?