So, after the day I had Sunday and the mishaps that ensued, something finally prompted me to write.
Perhaps, you will find something in this post that will be similar to something that's happened to you or perhaps it's just a funny accounting of something that's happened to me. Either way, my hope is that you will laugh a little, think a little or just read it and find value in it. Poetry is like that. Here it is.
By Patty Lynn
It’s hard for me to realize, accept the fact, the truth,
That I have limitations and I’m not as in youth.
You may think that it’s obvious, am I the last to know?
T’would seem I am ‘cause aging tends to wield a heavy blow.
In fact, I’d say it’s just like that, you don’t see it’s a challenge
And then one day you’re gardening and “poof” you lose your balance.
You’re standing upright and you reach a bit to pull a weed
Then there you are you’re toppling spread-eagle, yes, indeed!
That’s how it was just yesterday, so glad to tend the garden
I reached to grab that darn ol’ weed, I mean I barely started
And there I was, leaves in my hair, mud on my jeans & shirt
I guess I’m glad that if I fell, at least it was soft dirt.
So there I was disheartened, sure, I checked for injuries
Then had to face the task at hand, to get up gingerly
Now to the young a simple task but to us older folks
To us it’s monumental this, and even fear evokes.
Why fear you ask, well, I’ll tell you, this motions far from simple
I have no kneecaps so you see, now that’s a brand new wrinkle
You’ve got to sit, then to your knees, then push-off to a stand
Then right yourself, keep balancing, at least, that’s what I planned.
But, as they say, things often don’t end up the way we hoped
Although I gave it all I had, my “standing” was revoked.
That’s right, I fell back down again, took out part of the hosta.
I wanted to sit there and cry, you know, it really stops ya’.
I took a moment, analyzed, thought out where I went wrong
Proceeded, then, with new found strength and then, before too long…
I made it up, I stood my ground, and, yes, the worse for wear.
My spirits broken just a bit but, “Weeds, you best beware!”