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Riding a dappled pone,
we called "Old Paint".
A gentle animal,
naw, I'd say she ain't.

Wide across,
to spread your legs,
she would do what she wanted,
on those, bony, spindly legs

Cold, sharp the pain,
down through my legs.
A nerve disorder,
as if walking on eggs.

Radiant pain into,
my shins, ankles and feet.
My gosh, this,
wasn't a treat.

Age has a way of,
making us more visually
appealing when your eyes,
start to fail.

Did you hear the one about…

Fermented fruit,
into a swill,
distilling the alcohol,
using a still.

It's wonderful,
how our minds work,
to procure an alcohol product,
into a wonderful perk.

Booze at the moment,
I'm drinking my fill.
If it is there,
you know I will.

Unfettered,
Un reigned,
can you control,
Natures rain.

I'm not a young man,
at least not anymore,
so why do I feel,
I could get on a dance floor?

To dance away,
all of my sins,
to determine,
who loses or wins.

So I'll go to the floor,
with cane or walker in hand,
and show the World,
I can still dance with the best of them.

The wind was cool,
while the rain poured,
it was raining so hard,
I slipped. Man overboard!

Words stacked like wood,
inside of this old head.
Words used often,
some words unread.

Old words to use,
such as thee and thou.
For God's sake,
even words like how.

Not words,
more like where and when,
but new words,
when we could begin again.

Words, stacked in piles,
stuck in corner and crack,
when used too often,
will try to fight back.

I use words, often,
and use them still.
I shouldn't use them,
but you know I will.

A wayward waltz,
a Two Step, A Tango.
My dance steps,
went through a mangle.

Trying to waltz,
with a Two Step plan,
I broke my foot,
trying to dance the Vesuvian.

Hobbling, with my injury,
can't get on the floor.
I'll see another way,
and learn to dance, once more.

a touch of humor,
of sorts, on this
Sunday morning.