Scoliosed, hips misaligned,
I tend to bend towards the right.
Each step an art, the art of balance
jumbled with the art of falling.
Each kerb itself a precipice -
a long way down if I should tumble -
a worry then,
a constant need of (re)calculation.
Thoughts of an ancient one of how advancing years exacerbate…no self-pity intended. :o]
(I really do have to think (and plan) before stepping off a kerb, (definite balance issues) – stepping up/on is no problem. I wrote the words above several months ago and filed away they were, until the frost and snow and ice came and like each year, I began to experience the fear the dread of walking upon these seasonal gifts…)
Shared with the good folk at dVerse, hosted by Björn- cheers Björn! Also many thanks to all the good folk who have hosted dVerse across the year – I am so grateful for your company.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to one and all!
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Nigel Mykura