The things I bump in to
'The things I bump in to'
Oh the things I bump into
Not just coz I'm tired
I'm clumsy like a foal
And stumble like a child
When my forehead smacks umbrella
It makes my old man laugh
I'd probably lop my head off
If wasn't held on with warm scarf
Most days it's my bed frame
You think I'd know by now
Floppy body is to blame
Doesn't know it's space somehow
You see my poor proprioception*
Leads to awful misconception
When I think I'm miles away
Wouldn't dare get in my way
Sometimes when I fall
I think my time is nigh
Another bump in to the wall
Months of bruise upon my thigh
So now if you see me stumble
It might not be the drink
Even sober take a tumble
Wonky body is the link
'The things I bump into'
© Victoria Payne
*https://www.brainbalancecenters.com/blog/2015/08/proprioception-explained/
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