Don’t miss a step
Don’t hurt your knee
The ground is sturdy
But fragile are we
A twisted ankle
A scrape on your arm
A loss of balance
A gain in harm
Like glass on a stone
Concrete to a bone
A hand on the ground
A push and a groan
Standing back up
Wipe the dirt all away
A stretch of the leg
And we’re on with our day
A Life in Poems 