Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hot Chocolate
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The Gymnast
Across the floor the gymnast soared
With a’boundin’ leaps and spins
Practicing with perfection
And a hope that she might win
“Flawless,” her coach cried
And smiling with glee
“Your hard work has certainly paid off
Take a break, I’ll see you in three”
She skipped over to the beam
Sitting happily thinking of her future
But her swinging legs made her slip
And her career took a slight detour
A large crack was sounded
The poor girl screamed in pain
And as she lay there crying
She knew she might not return again
The lights flashed and she was rushed
An operating room immediately cleared
Parents notified, they had arrived
And saw that fate they had always feared
She woke confused and lost
And what was on her arm?
A woman arrived, the girl was scared
“It’s alright dear, I won’t cause any harm”
“My name is Darla, how do you do?
My you took quite a spill
But it’s okay, you’ll be safe here now,
Will you please take this pill?”
A fortnight later she was released
The cast still tight in place
Although her stay had been gloomy
A smile still spread wide across her face
For while she stayed, she had observed
All the doctors doing this and that
Intrigued she watched them carefully
Thinking “I could probably do that”
A fire ignited and off she went
To pursue her brand new dream
Thoughts of flying sometimes occurred
But got pushed by this new thing
This girl however never cured cancer
I know, it’s sad to say
For she had something more special
She loved her job each and every day
For in your life your dreams get ruined
Trampled, mangled, smashed
But look for the positive, something new
And life will put you on new paths