Slipping In Your Foot Steps

Sometimes I find it difficult

To follow in your footsteps,

Especially when you slip up,

But you point out where the icy

Patches are,

And make sure I don't fall.

 

Wonderingly I comment

Upon the beau-

No need to point out the

Obvious

You snap back,

Just before we reach a ridge

and I

Hold you back,

Before you fall.

"Uh Oh Spaghettios!"

We  cry,

Slightly out of sync,

But that's to be

(Expected)

Forgiven given the late hour.

 

Imagine if-

Ohmygod-

An Axe Murderer could come up-

Don't turn around-

 

 

We carry on walking,

Tired and cold

But we don't we don't mind,

These are vintage memories

We are making here.

 

I can't help but be

Distracted (from your slow endings)

But I don't mind,

If we can go from Narnia to Middle Earth

We can just muddle though

Half Asleep.

 

I don't know what to say,

Or how to say it,

My brain is just too smart.

I'm sorry to boast,

But your face is turning green.

(Green indicates success!)

 

But (OH YEAH!)
We're going right down.

(This hill)

We're dropping like flies,

Sure to collide,

(With) These forest fires destroying the best we got.

 

But there isn't much

For us to do,

We're going to freeze

(Of boredom) Soon.

And they're going to read the riot act.

 

 

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

This poem in interesting in alot of ways... im not sure if you did this intntionally but it also sees to include the distruction of a species, the whol rumours of how dinasours died slippd into memoris as if maby they kno mor than they should. I great piece anyway its our memories that create us in this world x

[Cassidy Mask]

YAY. Love this - naturally ;D So much to recognise and remember!! BRILLIANT XD xxx