At a rock climbing party,
It’s
cool to observe
Both
the kids who are cautious
And
those who have nerve.
The
daredevils clamber
To
get to the top;
Neither
ziplines nor tightropes
Will
cause them to stop.
They
tackle each challenge
With
joy and with pluck
And
they rarely require
Assistance
when stuck.
The
wary are watchful,
Proceeding
with care
And
feel better in knowing
A
grown-up is there.
They’ll
ascend partway up,
Harness
keeping them bound
And
then gently let go
‘Til
their feet touch the ground.
As
a kid, I was prudent
And
nowadays I’m,
With
a harness or not,
Still
unlikely to climb.
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