Swirling new patterns
on my carpet.
I can tell
from where I fell.
Should have looked up.
Instead looked down.
Now my face is on the ground.
Wondering which device this time.
A sling, a crutch, a brace,
a bandage for my face.
Next time I’ll watch my step.
The time after that, as well.
How many times will it take?
Only time will tell.
From the last time that I fell.
I love this poem.You are an amazing poet!Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much!
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oh no!
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