The Final Ride

 

One day at ten, you climb aboard.

The hill thrills you to your core.

A running start and off you go.

Whee! Into the wind you soar.

You hold on tight and rocket down.

The ride is wild; it gives you quite a rush.

All too soon, the bottom’s reached.

So back to the top, and again a mighty push.

Whee! Down and up and down again;

You ride so many days away,

Until, “oh, please, not any more," 

You hear your sore joints say.

One day at “old,” whenever that day arrives,

You climb off your sled, and leave the hill behind.

But at the end you remember, those wildly thrilling rides,

And you ride the hill just one more time, if only in your mind.

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Written for Magpie Tales.