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.