The Thrill

The thrill of feeling alive

When my body was 75.

It was with a rush of young enthusiasm

That I went to the stairs with excitement.

It was such a wonderful feeling

That certainty that I could climb

Those stairs and run up them

With the fire of youth alight.

And I started up those stairs

With all the bounce and eagerness

That I remember so well.

It filled me and I reach the second step

And then my poor right foot

Could not lift high enough to

Take the third step,

And I stumbled –

Causing me to laugh and cry

At my lovely young boy

Who could no longer

Lift his foot high enough

To climb the stairs.

Copyright ©2012 Tony Crisp