Old people don’t climb trees
They can barely walk up steps
And it’s hard just to bend over
Or maintain their shaky balance
Instead they climb the years
Toward a higher destination
Beyond the aches and pains
Of their dwindling endtime lives
And for them just falling down
In a bathroom or on a floor
Is as deadly or more deadly
Than falling out of a tree
Besides they climbed many
Trees in their childhood years
When falls didn’t seem deadly
And climbing them was fun
Now they have take it easy
Falls have become deadly
So they no longer climb trees
But hope to climb to heaven
Bob Boyd
