He tried to do the honorable thing.
He didn't have a prayer or a wing.
There was no way it was getting off the ground.
No chance that it would come back around.
He had to grab the golden ring.
If he didn’t, only his heart would sing.
So he never touched her.
He never felt her stir.
He never felt at all,
After the fall.
For doing the honorable thing.
Once upon a time in America.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
12/21/03
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