I leaned back in my study chair
To grab a folder near.
The next I knew, I supine lay—
I’d found a new frontier.
My balance in my sunset years
Is nothing to behold.
It’s just more certain evidence
That I am getting old.
I stumble over rumpled rugs,
On magazines and books—
I visit them there on the floor
To give them closer looks.
And soon, I know, so very soon,
I will not have a prayer,
And I will fall because, you see,
I’ve stumbled on the air.
And when it’s air that's tripping me,
I know The End is nigh,
And soon enough I’ll find it’s time
That I must say, “Buh-bye!”
I liked her parabolic tale
About the journey of a snail.
Shakespeare Couplet: Romeo and Juliet
So sweetly, sorrowfully the lovers part—
Each carries now the other lover’s heart. (2.2)