05.21.2014
As if things were not ridiculous enough, I am on crutches. Now I am not even able to carry anything. I am uncoordinated enough and have lots of trouble not falling. Crutches add a whole new dimension of fall possibliities. Ugh.
UGH
by Barb Berens
05.21.2014
They say it’s not for sissies,
This growing older stuff.
As life wizzes by before my eyes
Have I really not had enough?
My hands are sore, my legs give out,
I really am disgusted,
Why am limping all around
Like I’m already rusted?
Crutches, canes, wheelchairs and walkers
Become my closest friends
I wish I could run an jump and play
And dance and sing and ‘blend’.
In my head my heart runs free
My spirits are adjusted
As long as I sit in my chair
I’m not aware I’m busted.
Did I tell You a secret thing?
Did I say slow me down?
I really am quite sick of this,
Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk I sound.
It’s all about me! Oh no it’s not!
Once more I start to cry
It’s not for sissies this older stuff
I stand, I sit, I lie.
As if things were not ridiculous enough, I am on crutches. Now I am not even able to carry anything. I am uncoordinated enough and have lots of trouble not falling. Crutches add a whole new dimension of fall possibliities. Ugh.
UGH
by Barb Berens
05.21.2014
They say it’s not for sissies,
This growing older stuff.
As life wizzes by before my eyes
Have I really not had enough?
My hands are sore, my legs give out,
I really am disgusted,
Why am limping all around
Like I’m already rusted?
Crutches, canes, wheelchairs and walkers
Become my closest friends
I wish I could run an jump and play
And dance and sing and ‘blend’.
In my head my heart runs free
My spirits are adjusted
As long as I sit in my chair
I’m not aware I’m busted.
Did I tell You a secret thing?
Did I say slow me down?
I really am quite sick of this,
Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk I sound.
It’s all about me! Oh no it’s not!
Once more I start to cry
It’s not for sissies this older stuff
I stand, I sit, I lie.