An early fall broke my spirits,
Bruised my ego, than my tailbone,
A giggle from little girls emerged,
Jiggling their procession, prone.
Cushions aren’t overrated,
When balance is an alien word,
Qualities like perseverance,
Now are best left unuttered.
A trip to the skating rink
Was all that was to be,
Didn’t deem an introspection,
But, its there for all to see.
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