How To Get Back Down

Today I was in a bit of a creative mood and wanted to write a bit of a poem, inspired by travels and recent events that I've gone through with loved ones. I would like to make it into a song at some point when the right moment strikes. Enjoy!

Photo courtesy of Jake Hinds on Unsplash

The old man creaks at his eaves
As tiny children crawl at his feet
His memory fades, like his old, leathered skin
A cover binding an epic story

He strains as he bends at the knees,
Kneeling down to join his company
Eye to eye, he cracks a gentle grin
As dusty words tumble down his chin

"Climb little ones, as high as you can
At the top, the world is in your hands
Spread your wings wide and catch the wild wind
Just don't forget...
How to get back down again"

The old man left us with the keys
We're all gased up to go as we please
So we tear down the road, with the wind in our hair
Reborn with a fine taste for speed

Tracing pavement round the cliff's edge
We sculpt our path just like the old man's
And there in the stone, overlooking the sea
The old man's words are carved into the peak

"Climb little ones, as high as you can
At the top, the world is in your hands
Spread your arms and catch the wind
Just don't forget...
How to get back down again"

Looking out across the fiery sky
The sun sets, screaming into night
We look down below as the tide rolls in
A quick nod for GO as we leap from the cliffs
Crashing through the surface of the swelling sea's skin
We follow the bubbles back to oxygen
Gulping air up from the fiery sky
The old man's words drift on by...

"Climb little ones, as high as you can
At the top, the world is in your hands
Spread your arms and catch the wind
Just don't forget...
How to get back down again"

Thanks for taking the time to read and I hope you'll leave a comment with your thoughts if this struck a note in you.

Cheers,
Joey

RIVIR.