Born Clumsy

Black and blue.

Black and blue.

Though only two.

I was always black and blue.

As soon as I had learned to walk,

I would choose to run, not walk.

Bookcases, desks, tables, and chairs;

I bumped into them all but stayed away from the stairs.

Why go slow when I can go fast?

Although life would be better without a cast.

Now I am more than one,

But still seem to fall when having fun.

Scabs and scars make the stories great.

However, clumsiness is not a pretty trait.

Age tells me to slow down,

My active lifestyle often gives me a bruised crown.

I can still be happy and black and blue,

Now I am teaching others to walk too.