Hopscotch Poem by Paul Reed

Hopscotch



The eager hand released it's grasp
Abandoned the smooth grey stone
Leaving it to fate unspoken;
It seemed to hang in the air
Undecided, unsure
It's link with safety broken;
The pebble landed on its edge
Cartwheeled for a second
Scarcely glancing at the numbers beneath;
We held our breath and waited
Watching the stone find its way
And the destination it would bequeath;
Suddenly a pirouette, a sharp turning
An unexpected veer
A kind of drunken walk;
The stone settled on the path
In unchartered no-mans land
Beyond the scribbled chalk;
The same we find with life's game
We have to let go and risk
Brave the forthcoming unknown;
Then watch helpless as the fates decree
Hoping that they will be kind
As childish things outgrown.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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