Loop De Loop Poem by Mark Heathcote

We're all thrown in a loop de loop
left feeling a nincompoop.
Yes, reality's truth might jackknife
send us cartwheeling in strife.

Look, drop your pompous crown.
Pick yourself up, brush yourself down.
Tomorrow's-dream won't be found-
beneath juvenile blankets of eiderdown.

But with some fresh conviction
better practice and some good rhythm,
we can steady our course and flight
feel like we're dynamite?

Such my child is the journey of life.
Be on your toes, be nimble and lithe.
Remember always to recognise
We all have the promise of butterflies.