Walking and balancing
as the knees are giving away
leads to an oscillation
a kind of semi circular motion.
That I have developed of late
as my legs turn disobedient
tend not to cooperate,
they cry with pain.
I accept the gait
not my usual
with a magnanimity
Well, at least I walk.
Reconciliation is a meek
acceptance, I know,
I have no choice
but go with the tide.
I move with a jolt
funny I go about
I could turn a laughing
stock all too soon,
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