Broken chipped a little ripped
Walk run jump and then I tripped
Scraped knee dented heart
I can’t seem to tell them apart
Rain and snow lots of sun
Days on end where’s the fun
Storms and winds I fly away
Where’s my rope to make me stay
Puddle pool or just a drop
Fall, bump, roll to a stop
Bruised battered achy breaky
Totter dawdle things are shaky
Swirling whirling manic mind
Must watch out they sneak up from behind
Breather rest sit relax
This tether’s been pushed to the max
Gather pick make it whole
All I've got is band aids on my soul.
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