Thursday Poetry

 

It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.

They provided for photo below to inspire our poerty

When Bob was small he had a great imagination

He called himself crazy Bob the daredevil sensation.

The announcer said Crazy Bob has no trepidation.

A hero for this new generation.

 

Bob put a small board on top of a rock.

And how the neighbors did gawk.

He pedaled his bike and jumped over the side walk.

But in his mind he flew like a hawk.

 

He pictured it being the Grand Canyon where he did jump.

And when he was the highest his first he did pump.

He landed hard hurting his rump.

But he didn’t care, after that no one would call him a chump.

 

But soon the time came for Bob to put aside his childish dreams.

Such things won’t fly when you’re in your teens.

He was told to get good grades, be a good boy and no daredevil scenes.

Being a normal hardworking student was now his theme.

 

Then came marriage and then came kids.

Doing anything out of the norm was forbid.

There were bills, work, and doing everything right to keep the family off the skids.

And it became more so when the kids’ made grandkids.

 

At 65 Bob did retire

His wife passed and kids moved to the Berkshires.

He lost his balance and walking became dire.

He was alone in a chair with nothing to aspire.

 

Then he saw a boy wearing googles that he did like

Leaping off a ramp like he was Fonzie on a motorbike.

And Bob smiled, hit the gas, and let out a yell most warlike.

He soared over canyons, and into the sky, even ancient, he was again a happy tyke.