Return to Home Page Return to Anne Margetson Index Almost made it The day was hot, the path was long and winding up the mountain side, Steep and dangerous was the way that led to the summit just within my reach. With aching arms and straining legs, my heart beating as though to burst, I collapsed, my goal was in sight, I bowed my head and cried. I almost made it. A mile is long when you try to swim at the end of a very busy day, The water was cold and the lengths seem to grow longer every time, With arms ready to drop, my back in pain, three more lengths to go I sank beneath the water, I would not make it, What could I say! I almost made it. A child screaming in a burning house, flames flying hot and wild, With a wet towel around my face and arms I on bended knee, I could not see the frightened child so full of fear and real pain, The wicked flames scorched my flesh as I grasped a dying child. I almost made it. Each time I tried my very best, each time I almost made it, Each time I didn't give up till I could go no further, When we reach our final goal, will God say ‘You almost made it’ Or judge me in true fairness, with a kindly heart and at last say! ‘Yes, You Made It’ Ann Margetson Jan 20 1997. ©