Spirit
of adventure
A spirit of
adventure lurks in everyone,
Deep within our
multi-complex souls.
They say that
you’ll find it in the long run.
That’s the way this
accomplishment rolls
Some find it
when they hate their work,
Or when they’ve
lost their way in life.
Many feel that
they can sense it lurk,
Thou’ it could
cause the utmost strife.
You’ll find it
in the weirdest places,
In the street or
in the grand avenue.
In the search
for your lost suit cases.
The jungle, the
beach or in a zoo.
It takes you to hazardous
zones,
At times to a
remote expanse.
To contend the
fiercest cyclones,
Take part in a
game of chance.
Suspect there’s
something amiss with mine,
The thought is
enough to make me cry.
On scary issues,
I toe the line.
A dare-devil act?
Just hear me sigh.
The thought of
spiders and crawly bugs,
Creates an itch
and I cringe in dread.
Of lions, tigers
and violent thugs,
Not behind
bars? I’ve already fled.
I enjoy much my
comfort and ease,
No single
escapade would tempt me.
A treasure quest
could never me please.
Sorry...but I’m
really not gutsy.
Frightened to
watch a horror movie,
Would rather sit
and sigh with romance.
I’ve never
really been that groovy,
So don’t try to
make me lose my stance.
Spirit of
adventure? I have none,
A faint-hearted
soul? Yes, I admit.
If it’s true the
claim, we’ve all got one,
My mettle has
most definitely quit.
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