I had a lot of things in mind
when I was one-and-twenty.
To fly a plane – as a pilot –
was one of the schemes a-plenty.

But by the age of thirty-odd,
babes hanging on each arm,
it seemed a fine experience
to own and run a farm.

On reaching forty, itchy feet
found grist in life-style changes.
New and un-approached as yet –
came an action that assuages.

The advertisement looked lovely –
movements easy and controlled.
It promised us we'd love it,
and inspired us to be bold.

Now I am a funambulist,
And good at it, what's more!
My children think I'm crazy
when they watch me from the floor.

I haven't fallen off as yet,
I love the cheering crowd;
My husband is long-suffering –
But says he's really proud.

I recommend funambulist.
It's really quite unique.
Not many people do it –
high definition, so to speak.

© by Rhona Aitken.
Used with the author’s permission.