Sixty years ago, <br />the two of us rode tricycles <br />up a little hill <br />behind our school. <br />Nothing stopped us till <br />mothers called us home. <br /> <br />Sixty years later, <br />we ride mountain bikes <br />in this wilderness. <br />We'll keep pedaling till <br />someone takes our bikes. <br />We know that someone will. <br /> <br />Your wife told me <br />you haven't been <br />to church in years. <br />She's worried <br />about your heart. <br />Skips a beat? <br /> <br />Let's stop for coffee <br />and you can fill me in. <br />There's not much time. <br />Maybe we should stop <br />for a beer instead. <br />There's a cliff ahead.<br /><br />Donal Mahoney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-cliff-ahead/
