SPEAKING OF FALLING
Speaking of falling,
Which I wasn’t,
But will — as it is calling,
Big Mouth Berserk,
No Stone Walling . . . . . .
Due to age and such,
Things detrimental,
My body doesn’t respond much,
To exercise torrential,
So I find mydself in “Dutch”,
Orthopedically.
Changes in posture and gait,
Skews my balance a bit,
Consequentially it does wait,
‘Til I’m out of it,
And much too late,
To save face.
SO . . . . . . . . . .
T’other day,
Face down I was,
In our driveway,
Erasing gravel with my forehead.
Scabs, scratches and scars resultant,
Perhaps a psychiatrist or M.D., should be my consultant.
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Really happened – - – Bounced my skulll in our driveway,
All but stubborn scabs remain.
Note to self – - -
Watch your balance !