Treasure Island

Hazel Connelly

(28th September 1949 / Lancashire)

Bungee Jump


Won't get me up there, can't get me to try,
Looking down a ravine, from a mile up in the sky,
What's heady for some, is nothing for another
A bit of bungee jumping, said my big brother.

With rubbers attached to my trembling feet
Whatever possessed me to take that leap,
I jumped into the future, at the blink of an eye
Like a flash of lightning, my life passed me by.

Now the thrill is over, hanging upside down in the air
I swallowed my pride and I did it for a dare,
Alone at the end of it, just getting my breath
In future, I'll leave it, to those who don't fear death..

© Hazel 2012

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012
Edited: Monday, March 05, 2012

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