------Falling Down------

People live,
and people die
I've often stopped
and wondered 
why?
Are we like
a blade of grass
growing alone
or all in a mass?
And when that 
blade
finally falls,
does it really
matter at all?
Another will
grow
and take that spot
soon after it's
fallen
the blade of grass 
is
forgot.

              
R. Wayne Porter

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