I groan when I rise
from the fanny-shaped
cushion of my favorite
easy chair aim a
wobbly first step
at the kitchen
or bathroom
make my way back
and let the furniture
catch me as I fall
the young act the same
but have their fingers
on a switch ready
to flip jump up
and dash out the door
it’s the difference between
car and horse-and-carriage
lightening and a candle
tulip and spent rose
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