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Skip It
by Charles E Minshall
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When we were all youngsters
Skipping was the rage.
Why do we skip it
At an older age?
We would skip in the house
Or skip in the street,
Skip to meet friends
Skipping was neat.
Even those older
Could skip now and then,
If they'd dust off their walkers
And give them a spin.
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10/24/2001 Posted on 10/24/2001
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/26/03 at 08:33 PM I love the double meanings here and I am glad I didn't skip your poem. You are such an artist with the rhyme and rhythm of poetry. And your humor helps me get beyond "my stuff." Thanks, Chaz. |
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