This is one of Dave's recent submissions... - poetheart 07/15/02
Walking up those spiral stairs,
looking up, looking down,
dizzy and stumbling,
I fall four floors in the air.
Tumbling down, wind gently brushing my face,
further and further away from the light,
the doors of heaven, a home for many,
Please don't let me fall, I'd rather be in your arms.
God, Jesus, my guardian angel,
let this be the last time,
things can't get worse, not now,
not at times when I have a constant smile.
I'll pray, I'll cry, I'll yell, and scream,
Because I know that I'll soon begin to lose,
all the things I need,
because nothing in life is always great.
Prices are paid, lessons are learned,
but in the end things begin to shine bright,
and soon you're on your way, up that spiral staircase,
opening the doors on the 10th floor,
to find your father opening his hand,
and greeting you with that very smile.
by Dave Paranese~E.E.