Feeling Stupid

Not so nimble anymore

It was a Thursday, and I was glad

Good Friday, a long weekend lay ahead.

I skipped; I ran; I felt superb.

Alas, I never saw the curb.

I tried to balance and avert the certain fate,

but I already knew it was too late.

My knees hit first and then my hands,

this hard concrete they would not withstand.

Limping, bleeding, I grabbed my purse.

The pain was quite bad;

The embarrassment was worse.

I acted cool as if nothing was wrong,

then limped on home, whistling a song.

I guess it’s time to act my age,

to slow down and be more sedate.