What goes up must come down.
I often tell myself so, as egos inflate
And “I, Me, and My,” abound.
Higher and higher, you reach the pinnacle.
Never thinking of the long drop down.
Those whose shoulders you crushed while climbing
Will crush you on your rapid descent.
Slip. Slide. And then a terrible fall.
You sit upon the ground,
While friends… mostly foes,
Watch, with nary a sound.