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Survival of the Oldest

The ladder slid,
The ladder fell,
The bike it had no brakes.
A car pulled out,
In front of him,
He swerved into my lane.
The Beetle steered,
Off to the side,
I followed in a daze.
I hit the brakes,
They hit the floor,
He flipped the blade and glared.

I bent my knees,
Upright I stayed,
And landed ‘tween the rungs.
I flipped myself,
And threw the bike,
And hit the ground a runnin’.
I hit the brake,
And jerked the wheel,
A doughnut in the ditch.
I followed blindly,
To the side,
The passing semi missed us.

I swerved and turned,
In front of traffic,
And circled ‘til I stopped.
I told him put,
The knife away,
To my surprise he did.
So keep your cool,
And don’t give up,
There’s always one more chance.
Just use your head,
Don’t lose your wits,
You can be a survivor.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
If life were a game, age is how you would keep score.

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Comments (2)

jazzy75
Aha...interesting read...fast paced and catchy! I like it :)handshake
jeddah12
So keep your cool,
And don’t give up,
There’s always one more chance.
Just use your head,
Don’t lose your wits,
You can be a survivor

i love this one fal,,very creative and fantastic writecheers
yes,use your brain don lose your witsgrin thumbs up
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