The Step Poem by Roger Kibble

The Step


A man missed a tread and with it his spirit has faltered,
Lost in the grip of a world that has drifted by,
A step in his life mistaken and altered,
Gone is the glint that shone in the youth of his eye.

His life lurched along thrusting him sideways and backwards,
The rip of the current was not where he wanted to go,
Its direction was set and he became helpless and thwarted
And so had to stop and float in the fast of its flow.

Nothing was left to rekindle the flame of his journey,
Only tears to be shed in remorse for losing his way,
The path that he’d taken and toiled for so long to be worthy
Was no longer there in his step at the dawn of each day.

The rain sodden streets now echo with sounds of the lonely,
The mood of his time has but gone, no hope of return,
Stammering footsteps are toll bells closing the curtain,
His soul only lives and now for lost love must yearn.