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Falling
Look at me
balancing like a heron
on one leg, puling my socks on
at eighty!
While the minutes flash by
glinting like fish in a river
silver minnows, silver years
memories hiding under rocks –
now you see them now you don’t.
At the clinic they warned us
seniors are prone to falls
I know it – my ex fell down the stairs
on her back; an uncle landed three times
in emergency rooms; Menachem Begin
fell in the bath tub.
Still, I’m continuing my balancing act
somewhere between senility and stupidity
as a redhead prances by
outside the open window
and the radio starts playing
falling in love again
She’s on her way to visit a relative
in the retirement home down the road
and I’m on my way to finding out
why I’m wearing one white and one black sock!
© Johnmichael Simon
2017
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