Tuesday, 18 October 2011

First

Remember the first time
That it happened to you
The fear, the excitement
Of doing something new

Tell me, do you recall
Every step that you made
Did you feel the elation
Of making the grade

Did it go as you planned
Did they all understand
Need a helping hand
Was it ever so grand
Were you on the high wire
Filled with emotion, desire
Like your heart could never tire
And your breath n'er expire

I remember a few firsts
But won't share all here with you
Some should be a secret
Telling's not the thing to do

But elation, emotion
Were in plentiful amounts
And I was there with my all
I guess that's what really counts

And looking back at them
I remember those firsts well
But this is here and now
In history I won't dwell

They might have gone as planned
And they did understand
I sure did need a hand
For I'm never bold or grand
So with a nod to the past
And with flag pinned to mast
I'll admit my die's cast
It's not first that matters, but last


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