Around the Bend

 Around the Bend


Last fall it was, I took a great fall,

Several ribs did I rend.

And mulled it over, as I did recover,

How to put my life on the mend.


Now that I've arrived at age seventy-five

Bones don’t just bend

They crunch and crack and pop and wrack

And separate in the end


And, as if that wasn’t trauma enough, my eyes blinked-out, my head concussed,

What future does my rocky path portend?

Down the road, how do things bode?

What lies around the bend?


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