Ropes

On a wooded path next to the sea Three strong ropes dangled from a tall tree. They were hung there for swinging So guess who was clinging To one for dear life? Yes, 'twas me! Seeing them brought me back to my youth Though I rarely indulged then, in truth. Still, temptation did beckon And thus, I did reckon I'd try it, though long in the tooth. As I grabbed on, I laughed like a child, Feeling silly and giggly and wild. Somehow when I'm away Other forces at play Draw me to them and I am beguiled.