Rock Climbing

Gazing at that wall
As it stood there so tall
Striving only to reach
Success at its peak
Thus he started without stall

Going inch by inch
(Climbing is a cinch)
All to find the top
Ascending without stop

SPACEUntil he felt a strange pinch.

Stricken with new-found fear,
Seeking suddenly a way out of here,
He turned his head down.

The determined stare and smile
Turned frown. For a wall now hostile;
Pants now brown.

A slip

His right hand had been so sure
-- he had been too
But that very hand seemed to forget its conviction;
Apparently left its hold.

Ah! But it's a simple cure!
Hand back to the wall!

He reached with his right
As his left let him fall

Down

A fate he'd never considered
A place where never could he go

A direction he'd find himself
A destination soon for him to know

He climbed so high
He had touched the sky
Yet it comes to this:
A moment of bliss
Treasured as the end was nigh