Stumblebum

Stumblebum

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)