Mike Hauser Poet Rhyme

Over the Hill

I never realized how fast I was climbing
Till the day I stepped over the hill
Where now I find I'm slipping and sliding
All of this against my will

Gray haired and clearly out of energy 
I can't see my way back to the top
I'd heard of over the hill but still
Wasn't expecting this quick of a drop

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Heidi Sands July 26, 2017 at 8:27 AM Be careful with your quick drop you describe, Mike. Good one :)

Cheryl Hoffman July 26, 2017 at 8:16 AM Hi Mike; like Jack and Jill going up the hill I hope us "boomers" don't end up taking too hard a spill! Hang in there and take good care of your health my friend!~Che :)