Oh Woe Be Me...

Why can’t I be more like a cat and just climb a tree?

Instead, here I sit,

trying not to have a fit.

Here on my perch, I linger,

the numbness threaten to

lose their grip in these fingers.

When my phone landed in the toilet,

I did surely gasp.

in my throat,

My breath did rasp…

I ponder in a few years,

what will be my fate?

Will my memory cease to cooperate?

So many times, I forget to start the car,

Without the motor running, I shan't go far…

Oh my goodness, what in the world will come of me

in just a few short years?

In my tub I may install a railing,

lest I lose my footing

and my arms go a’ flailing…

On reality, I hope to keep a grip,

For upon the iceberg,

it’s just the tip!