Paddle a creek
after riding saddle’s creak.
next time you want to moan, mute the creak,
battle with a paddle and you’ll go far up and down the creek.
let courage leak.
Stew bravery in a soup of leek.
Wishful ambition resting on a peak,
a list full of tasks leaked,
all of them unchecked, and now no one’s interest is piqued.
If you remain afraid to peek
around the corner,
well, you’ll never peak.