Roller Derby
I fell flat–face first
Down on the ground
Hard.
Stopped short, mid-stride
Chatting as I rolled
Around the corner.
(Why I’ll show these young people a thing or two.)
All I wanted to do was
Join in the fun—
Ah, Family Skate Night.
Fellowship with the saints,
Be salt and light,
Share the joy.
I didn’t exactly want to lay my life down—
Well, not quite like that.
Yet there I was—
Cut lip, ravaged wrist,
Flailing legs,
A pile of limbs laid low.
Brother, sister, friend
Gathered ‘round with care
And offering aspirin,
Coming to the old lady’s aid
And proving once again
There are at least 101 uses
For a Ziploc baggie full of ice.
It was totally worth it.
