Slipped…. It slipped out of my hand.
“Oops!” It fell.
It slid down the
white porcelain ski slope of the sink -
down into
the drain - down into the
hole at the bottom of the sink -
before I could catch it. Lost forever.
It used to be the tooth paste cap - that
I would drop or it would slip. Now that
I’m taking pills, lots of pills - taken with
water, at the sink - it’s these tiny little
pills that have become less and less
manageable for a 76 year old hand.
Aging - time flowing down the drain - too
many friends have slipped away, and lately - unfortunately - too many hurtful comments
are slipping out of my mouth - before I can
catch them. “Ooops!” - I’m slipping. I don't want to become a bitter pill in my old age.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
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