A poem: Skipping

I keep finding old poems just lately, and as I am having a mass clearout of my emails I guess it was inevitable that I would find this, a poem I sent to myself! lol

I hope you like it....even if it rhymes again :D

Skipping

Skipping down the lane

With optimism and joy

With everything to gain

Having fun with a new toy

Tripping on the ground

And falling to your knees

There's nobody around

To listen to your pleas

Pull yourself back up to stand

Brush the dirt from your dress

Things never go quite as planned

You never do impress

Raise your chin and dry your eyes

Forget about the past 

It doesn't matter how many tries

The memories always last

It's time to start again and skip

And fill your heart with passion

Next time make sure you don't trip

It's not a passing fashion.