Gravity and Me

One beautiful day, I was strolling down the street
With the breeze in my hair, a song on my lips,
A skip in my step and my eyes towards the sky.
Imagining shapes in the clouds floating by.
When, all of a sudden, She crept up stealthily,
And I found myself lying flat on the hard concrete
After stepping on a discarded, unheeded banana peel.

Then, there was that day, when I visited the library
Hoping to read a book and borrow another three
Debating between Robin Cook and Agatha Christie,
Or, maybe, an Isaac Asimov would be the best for me.
When, who should espy me? Yes, it was again She.
And there I was heeding to her as She called me,
As I stumbled and tumbled down ten stairs painfully.

And, I can never forget that lovely dinner party
With food so scrumptious and wine that flowed freely.
As the skies outside turned rosy with the Sun setting,
The music was turned up and everyone began dancing.
When five minutes into the prancing, whom did I meet?
Confound it! You’re right – it was my “bestie”; it was She.
As I landed on the floor instead of my heeled feet.

Yes, we’re in a special relationship – Gravity and me
Except, we’re not like chocolate and strawberries.
I may think I can hide, but She’s too good at seeking.
There’s just no chance of avoiding her or escaping.
Like Fevicol, She’s stuck on me permanently,
And every encounter when She shows up gleefully,
Unfortunately, ends for me distressingly – O woe is me!