The Stairs
Our B&B room, 2 flights up,
Was fine for us at first,
Until the freeze arrived and then
Those feelings were reversed.
For when we left our room to get
Some early exercise,
The stairs and handrails wore a coat
Of ice, a real surprise.
We aren’t young and what we knew
Quite strongly in our guts
Was that attempts to get downstairs
Would land us on our butts.
The hosts were not around and so
We waited ‘til we felt
The sun perform its magic
As the ice began to melt.
An hour later, we could leave,
The lesson paramount,
That age has consequences
We must take into account.
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