The Handstand…


Oh how I wish I were eight,

When a handstand felt just great,

I could walk round and round,

Without hitting the ground,

Or worrying about my weight.

That youthful state,

I wish to create,

So holding onto my gown,

I tipped upside down,

Saying a prayer for my fate.

My daughter did laugh,

I looked like a giraffe,

When my blood all drained,

And my body complained,

And my wrists nearly snapped in half.

So if you’re old like me,

And your eyes don’t see,

Just think it through,

What you’re body can’t do,

And instead have a cup of tea.


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