| General Poetry
posted December 11, 2016
an autobiographical moment
A Ride On The Lift
I once bought myself the perfect gift,
I bought a ticket on the lift.
So many times from the slopes below,
I’d watch the skiers as up they’d go.
I thought it would be nice to join the fun,
I wanted to make a downhill run.
I got the ticket and climbed in the seat,
Rented skis adorned my feet.
Gazing down at the trails below,
Winter gleamed in the land of snow.
I eagerly waited to reach the top,
Till it was time for me to drop.
When the time came, I slid from my chair,
Breathing in the fresh mountain air.
So far the trip had been such fun,
Now it was time for my downhill run.
Looking down at that snowy trail,
I felt my courage begin to fail.
The lift had been nice, I thought with a frown,
I should have bought a ticket down.
So now there was nothing I could do,
But teach myself something new.
Doing my best to keep it slow,
Down the hill I commenced to go.
Starting out seemed to work okay,
But I picked up speed along the way.
Sometimes flying at an ungodly pace,
More often lying with snow in my face.
With all the getting up and falling down,
I quickly tired of floundering around.
Forgetting the thrill, I formed a new goal;
Reaching the valley with my body still whole.
The lift had been cool I will agree,
But skiing could be the death of me.
Simply put, I gave up hope.
I walked back down to the bunny slope.
That’s where you’ll find me still today,
Enjoying life in my own gentle way.
I’ve had some adventures, that I know,
But now I’d rather take life slow.
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