Hope

The tumbles of childhood,
Boo boos, and cries, and
Pick yourself ups, give way
To missteps made by the
Young, then to the slips 
And falls of adulthood, and
The trips of the aging, each
Stage a level more serious,
Not always as dire as it 
Seems, worrying, but still
There's the pick yourself
Up, the start all over again,
The steps are harder but 
It's not all uphill or down