Three Step Poem

Draft 1

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound.
It is found, weighing us to the ground. 
No matter how high you try to fly you will fall.
No matter how short or tall, it is the same for all, you will fall. 
And the purpose for the course of this force is simple.
It may feel unjust to us, but without it wouldn't exist.
For there have been tries to touch the skies and did.
People that defied the ties to their shoes and flew.
But few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky, had died from a lack of oxygen. 
There is reason that what goes up must come down, no matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds. 
Without a sense of where to rest our feet, the flying wouldn't cease, and the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen.
As much as we hate to be put in our place, we own our thanks, to gravity. 


Revision: grammatical and word choice improved for better flow, sentences dropped, split up to make more lines and establish emphasis on certain lines, added another list piece


Draft 2

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound
And it is found
Weighing us to the ground 
No matter how high you try to fly you will fall
No matter how short or tall, if you walk, run or crawl
It is the same for all
You will fall
And the purpose for the course of this force is simple
It may feel unjust to us, but without it we wouldn't exist
For there have been tries to touch the skies and did
People that defied the ties to their shoes and flew
But the few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky
Died from a lack of oxygen
There is reason that what goes up must come down
No matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds
Without a sense of where to rest our feet, the flying wouldn't cease
And the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen
As much as we hate to be put in our place
We own our thanks, to gravity 


Revision: poem has been broken into stanzas of three and four lines with more lines added, more word choice fixes 

Final 

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound

And it is found

Weighing us to the ground 

No matter how high you try to fly you will fall

No matter how short or tall, if you walk, run or crawl

It is the same to all

You will fall

And the course of this force is simple

It may feel unjust to us

But without it 

We wouldn't exist

For there have been tries to touch the skies and did

People who defied the ties to their shoes and flew

But the few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky

Died from a lack of oxygen

There is a reason that 

What goes up 

Must come down

No matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds

Without a sense of where to rest our feet

The flying wouldn't cease

And the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen

So as much as we hate to be put in our place

We own our thanks

To gravity