Slipping Away
With an older body,
everything slips and slides. Back goes out, I lose my mind. Out of bed, no slippers I can find. I can not find the three of you, my red, blue and animals ones. Slippers do you take a run, come out from under my bed and have some fun.
Date Written: 8/24/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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