Memories of ourselves

toddle, wobble
dodder, waddle
fall off the table
onto the carpet
smash face hard
against floor
then wait,
wait, wait
for a second for
someone to pick you up
after such a mountain climb
and off-the-cliff fall
but no. not anymore
the days to teeter
and totter
have been stolen from you
by age.
now, you’re alone
with a bulge
another lump
the bump looks
right back at you
in front of a mirror
as if to say
‘another on the right eye
would do’

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