Sliding through summer

Up the stairs I ran to view the big pool.
I continued the climb against hard metal.
At the top, the guard stood poised, ready to rule.
Standing in line I clenched my purple floating petal.

It was soon my turn to bathe at the top.
Whimpering softly, the lifeguard said, “go”.
Now the race to the bottom could not stop.
Traveling to the moon, by no means slow.

Whooshing past the visitors, cheering at each friend.
I feel the cool water splash my feet.
Past many bends, the journey is about to end.
Oh, hitting the water isn’t sweet.

This is the way I traveled in the summer.
Childhood doesn’t last forever. It’s a bummer.

I am stuck with alot of homework.

Wish you were sliding right now?

You read the poem, now tell us what is keeping you from your purple float.

I am stuck:

Random submissions will be included as the last line of the poem.