Fall.... A poem

Fall

The higher we go the further we fall.
Tumbling over one and all.
As we fight to gain our feet.
We are exhausted and feel beat.
Bashed about bruised inside.
The hurt we feel and deeply hide.
Waiting for the final dump.
So we can rest and sadly slump.
While smiling on to all about.
As they laugh and freely shout.
We find hand hold and start to pull.
Knowing our effort is not on full.
As fingers slip down we fall.
Tumbling over one and all.