The last thrill on ice
By David Smith February 9, 2009
The joy of a family to take a grandson for a skate;
To feel young again and think you highly rate.
To picture yourself when you were young and alive;
Skating the Rideau Canal, being youthful and thrive.
Now to take my grandson to the rink;
That edge is missing as I sit back and think.
Muscle tone was lost. Feet, could not control.
Was not long before on an unhealthy roll.
Twice on the ice like a pancake, I fell.
Once on the back and on my front I could tell.
A broken wrist and tender ribs in pain,
The thrill of skating; a victory I gained.
To show love for grandchildren, to come up with different ways;
Knowing limitations; a victory that pays.
O to be injured, out of love for the kids.
A very special joy to be active and to give.
Participate with children; give it all you can;
What I learned from my injuries; only maturity can understand.
Retired my skates, my youth, with no regret;
The last lap on the ice, the satisfaction I did get.