A fine continuous existence

I fell out of orbit- this was the end

Rocketing back to the ground

My life flashed before my eyes: this chance a god-send

A curious calm was to be found

An old-faithful tape: I was rewound

Life was not a game of subsistence

Nor a rat race for wealth

I lived with ordinary consistence

I can not complain; I was fed and in full health

But neither can I rejoice in a titanic victory

I flew under the radar- living a life of stealth

Not that I needed a majestic mystery

My life was customary

I felt no compulsion to add to my family history

I am the testament to the half-sweet cherry

I am not complaining, I have lived happily and well

I closed my eyes at the end of the dive and was glad i lived so middle-of-the-road non-contrary

Reflection and total repose

My life I happily do expose.

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