Be Careful!

When I was a kid I felt a little

out of fashion.

It was my knees

and my shins.

I didn't have much for

scars or scabs.

One does not get

that kind of injury

from reading.

(Constantly)

Well, as an adult

I have aquired a 

scar above my left

knee.

That was from a

shallow dive that

wasn't quite shallow enough.

I also dropped the 

handle of a loaded

pallet jack above that knee

and came down on 

one of my knees

when I dumped 

my moped.

This all happened

about 30 years ago.

Now, today, 

I'm acquiring those

scabs that would have

made me so proud

in elementary school.

No sympathy needed.

I was turned around

to see what a noise

could possibly be

when I turned my

ankle and dropped on the 

pavement like I had 

been rehearsing for

it forever!

My ankle is fine.

My pride is recovering.

My leg doesn't even

really hurt.

When the oozing 

stops, I will move

about fairly freely,

with few reminders

that I took a tumble.

This is a shame, really,

because a little 

reminder to 

watch where I'm going 

might not come amiss.

Oh, well.  

Maybe it will scar.

(Photo not for the squeamish.)