Over The Hill Poem by Maureen Pickford

Over The Hill



I've reached the top
At fifty-five
Quite breathless
But still alive

Planted my flag
Cooked my goose
Rested on my laurels

Well...
Here I go
Watch me slide
Right on down
The other side

Wheeeeee!

Gravity's taken over.

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