Friday, April 10, 2009

Close Call

Breathe in peace, breathe out worry
I was climbing in such a hurry

I stopped tugging, tapping, and tracking
Unaware that a hold up above was cracking

I worn my kids about complacency
"Constant vigilance is a good place to be"

As usual I wasn't listening to my own advice
I was careless, reckless, and rolling the dice

When I got to the loose hold, I went for a ride
Felt like being caught in a surfing riptide

At first I was blaming the humidity
But honestly it was my own stupidity

I was lucky that day that I survived
My heart took awhile, but it revived

But now I tie in just to cross the street
And I won't take it for granted that we got to meet

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