Older Not Smarter
My foot is asleep.
Left it up too long with a heavy dictionary on it.
Could hobble into the house.
Not yet!
Okay.
In two minutes?
My body is screaming NOOOOOOO!
I do not listen.
Let’s make it three minutes, I suggest.
Knowing better in every fiber of my being.
But not caring.
I am getting older,
not smarter.
Stand up.
Collapse.
Break the other hip.
Dhramn!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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