As a child
I would sometimes slide
from the top of the hill
to the bottom;
on dark days, when the winter sun was low
and the ground below was snowy cold.
Time passed it seemed
in just a flicker,
I have grown older, colder, heavier
the descent is quicker
and there is no-one left now upon the hill
to help me to my feet; to fend off the chill
Sometimes I sit a while and gaze
as minutes pass;
if I will ever find
to climb that hill again.