When I put my skis away in spring,
I tie their ends with shoelace or string,
Put a block in the middle, so they stay apart;
It bends them so, it breaks my heart.

I only hope they have no soul,
Otherwise they will think me mean
For leaving them bound at the neck and sole
And parted in between.

But that's what gives them
their bounce and grace, 
When in the snow they glide;
True life is not standing face to face,
It's running side by side...