Two steps down from the top rung,
It warns “Don’t stand above here.”
The shelving had to be hung
A foot higher, that was clear.


“What to do?” she asked herself,
Stretching to reach the right spot,
“Up there’s where I want the shelf,
To display the cups I’ve got.”


She once was quite an athlete,
Having won many awards.
At meets where she would compete,
She was held in high regard.


But that was decades ago,
And that woman was no more.
She felt ridiculous though,
A mere four feet off the floor.


The pole vault, her best event -
Fearless, she’d soar through the air.
And now, with her youth long spent,
To step higher, she won’t dare.


By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)






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No Barefeet

Wind Chimes

On The Shore

Betsy Wetsy

Age vs Wisdom

The Earth Stirs

My Own Private Rainbow

Wondering

Three Cheers For Retirement


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