Today

I fell down the stairs.
And then, much to my dismay
I fell up the stairs.

While looking for bandages
a closet tote fell from high
and bashed me in the head.

It’s ridiculous, I know.
Perhaps it’s best, for safety’s sake
that I slow down and rest.

I’m now sporting a wrist brace,
bandaids, some bruises & scrapes
and this damned awful desire
to self destruct.



Poetry by R.W.S. The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-11 at 08:16

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shells
I hope you're healing well in more ways than one. When we get to a certain age, it's "did she fall over" or "did she have a fall!"
Glad you were well enough to write.
2024-02-12


D G Moody
Well, my dear R.W.S. you have encapsulated the frustration and humour of advancing age, and so spot on!
2024-02-11


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
It's amazing how little mishaps
(think she was a girlfriend of mine).
Gives us images enough,
To write such a fine rhythm.
Regards Alan
2024-02-11


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Apart from all of that
Your good
As we say overhear
When we ask how some is
And after they give a long list of ills
It's Brit way, sense of humor! ( ; -))
2024-02-11


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
NO! DO NOT push that big red destruct button! Remember, this too will pass. (Or, forgive the frivolity, THESE too will pass!) Why these things come in little bursts of 'mishap' no one knows. Personally I think they are tests. Express that displeasure and discomfort through your pen, eh? Blessings, Allen
2024-02-11