The Man's Trip

He had a touch of nausea,
He had a twinge of fear.
He had never done this thing before,
And now the time was near.

And as he started on this trip,
He knew he would not last.
He dreamed about the future,
He thought about the past.

And now he was on his way,
Up into the sky.
He was very restless,
He knew he was to die.

As the plane flew along,
On its smooth, calm flight,
The man gripped his armrest
To calm his rising fright.

Then he heard the pilot say,
“Our trip is almost done.”
The man was screaming silently,
“Finally, I have won!”

One thing they seemed to overlook,
The landing gear was not down.
And as he rejoiced in happiness,
He crashed into the ground.