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.
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