Free Hands
by steelie
Now, here's a little story
about why I haven't been there.
It holds a little PK lesson,
which is why I thought I'd share.
This tale of absenteeism,
begins en route to work.
Between my car and office,
a certain trap did lurk.
I try to trace each morning
to keep the senses ready.
But on this faithful morning,
me, sadly, not so steady.
I ran along a three-foot wall
as many times before,
and when I reached the end
I jumped and tried to soar.
So, here began the problem with
the bag on my left shoulder,
the strap across my body,
the right hand gripped to hold 'er.
I landed, let's say, oddly,
and as gravity will tell,
I tried to save the ship my friends
but yup, I tripped and fell.
I've been here many times before
and dove and tucked and rolled.
Although I had full trust in me,
Right Hand would not un-hold.
So, onto my right shoulder
my weight came crashing down,
Right Hand could not prevent
the awful crunching sound.
And now I've missed three weeks,
I still might be a while.
Thankfully, nothing's broken
So I can't help but smile.
I learned a priceless lesson
to help my zig and zag,
Now when I practice Parkour,
I skip the shoulder-bag.
Yes, now I have a backpack,
I runs, I jumps, I lands.
Now here's the moral boys and girls:
"Free-runners need free hands".
:^)
I hope to be out again soon.
Save me a spot. Cheers.