At a Rock Climbing Party

At a rock climbing party, It’s cool to observe Both the kids who are cautious And those who have nerve. The daredevils clamber To get to the top; Neither ziplines nor tightropes Will cause them to stop. They tackle each challenge With joy and with pluck And they rarely require Assistance when stuck. The wary are watchful, Proceeding with care And feel better in knowing A grown-up is there. They’ll ascend partway up, Harness keeping them bound And then gently let go ‘Til their feet touch the ground. As a kid, I was prudent And nowadays I’m, With a harness or not, Still unlikely to climb.