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.