The Tightrope Walker Poem by Phil Soar

He walked across the tightrope
Just a pole for company
Crossing at the highest point
His life in jeopardy
And as the wind blew to and fro
He wobbled on that wire
He wore a smile and nothing else
A rather strange Attire

No one could really coax him down
The freedom was enthralling
But how his 'bits' hung in the air
Was really quite appalling
They waited on the other side
For him to reach the end
But as he reached the half-way point
The wire began to bend

His steps began to falter
And his confidence was drained
The pole he held was heavy
His expression looked quite pained
With nothing to cling onto
And no way to turn around
He let go of his feelings
And he fell down to the ground

He landed with an awful thud
From fifteen hundred feet
There wasn't that much left of him
Not splattered on the street
The folks who watched him from below
Were sure that he would fall
And even though he wasn't known
Now his name is known by all