He stood a while upon the window ledge <br />And thought about the good times and the bad <br />He cursed the mem'ry of that broken pledge <br />And memories of what he never had. <br />Through little fluffy clouds the sun shone down <br />And buttercups and grass pushed up below <br />A fleeting smile replaced his normal frown <br />Now he'd decided which way he would go. <br />Farewell he thought to ev'ry foe and friend <br />To those who'd cry and those who wouldn't care. <br />At least they'd have to think about his end <br />And wonder who to blame for his despair. <br />He jumped, he fell, but did he feel a prat - <br />Rememb'ring he lived in a ground floor flat.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jumper-3/
