words Philip Evans
His steps were methodical and smooth
Much like his life, he mused.
The gravel crunched underfoot,
The warning gave him reason to pause
Much like arthritis, he thought.
The sign grated his morality,
Green grass triggered fond memories
Much like dogs, he considered.
Spinning upsets his inner ear,
Rebellion just made him nervous
Much like first dates, he recalled.
A plan coalesced in his mind,
Rolling in the sun excited him
Much like birthdays, he reflected.
So, he defied the ban on fun,
He reassessed the challenge taken,
Much like a book review, he supposed.
With care he staggered to the top,