Racing © Poem by Roann Mendriq

One last check on all the doors,
The lift's kaput, race down six floors;
Leaping over a puddle-pool,
Skipping like I'm still in school!

Racing down the busy street,
The pavement barely feels my feet;
Bounding over large pot-holes,
Seems I've wings on both my soles!

Wave out to Mum over the wall,
Like she did when I was small;
Pause to pray at the old Cross,
And hope I won't go for a toss..


Down the ancient cobble paved lane,
Then, one more leap - I've caught my train!