'Losing My Grip' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Up and down and up again,
Trying to fetch what I had dropped,
Now needing to take out my broom and pan,
Everything now needs a mop!
Tried to pick up what I had dropped,
But with each attempt have always failed,
Just made more of a mess than at first,
I could sit right down and wail!
What’s happened to my steady hands?
For they don’t seem to grip things as well,
With every attempt they only drop,
Where on the ground it once fell.
By: Linda Winchell
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