SKYLARK

There once was a ragged old glider. Not old exactly, but somewhat worn and slightly tattered. It had never really been properly cared for - in fact, all of its accessories had not even been put to use. Well, this glider was discovered by someone who knew much of them and saw the great potential this one possessed. After some time and much TLC, it was deemed flyable. Suddenly, it had the ability to soar. Oh what a sight - high in the sky, graceful and pure, the azure sky and fluffy clouds as a backdrop. Proud and free for all to see. But. Who knew how delicate and fragile that glider was? One gust of wind - that's all it took for it become unstable. The ground came quickly, with nary a moment of hesitation. No one saw it coming. But sadly, the end didn't even come in a blaze of glory. No, it was merely a thud, a poof of dust and the crumpled remains.

Welcome to my 40's.

D.