Thinking Of Evel Knevel Poem by Vera Sidhwa

He sees the world and it is bright,
And all the children's eyes are light.
But there is hope gone away in his life,
For he cares not for mirth or strife.
This man, one man can turn if off,
Can turn it around and blow the candle out.
He has seen the world and seen the spark,
And now he does not fear to behold the dark.
One man, one chance, one last day may be his,
One more turn, one more run and will he miss?
But if he does or does not lose, that is not for him to choose.
He feels his nerves at an end,
Yes maybe the road leads to the last bend.
'Don't do it, don't be crazy, ' the world tells itself,
But he never once listens to tells himself,
Nor does he even think of the canyon in sorrow,
For he feels, either way happiness is his tomorrow.