Vertigo
It happens random
On the stair
Climbing down
Am I there?
The bottom one
I cannot tell
Even when the room is bright
Even when my hands are light
Sometimes I reach out with my foot
Careful, spreading
Is this the bottom?
Yes, I’ve slipped
The steps are wood
And in our home
We were no shoes
Oops socks are slippery
Down I go
Fortunately it’s always just the last step
But still a blow
A blow to my butt
Its little damage or pain
But to my ego
I cry disdain
Another sign that I am changing
Things as they were
Are rearranging
I can’t control
What nature brings
But be observant
And careful with things
I like this none
No
Not at all
And yes, I fear some awful fall
I worry, will I break a tooth
I worry what is next to lose
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