The days past by
And as I wait,
Thinking of
That perfect date.
Although the time
Goes by so slow,
My recovery outcome
I will never know.
I slowly improve
Day by day,
When is this
Going to go away.
I find it frustrating
When I think of things,
Skiing on snow
And what winter brings.
I should be afraid
And not take a dare,
But somehow skiing
Doesn't give me a scare.
Even though the doctor
Has told me twice,
You shouldn't be skiing
It is slippery like ice.
I just want to grab
Those skis and go,
Plowing through
That drifting snow.
No matter what
The doctors have said ,
It beats lying around
Resting in bed.
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