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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