My
legs are always struggling to flow
and
my brain doesn’t tell me
what
I need to know.
I’m
a word juggling poet wading upstream,
in
a river of words trying to catch what I mean.
He
asked for an apple or was it a pear?
I
really couldn’t remember
after
I’d walked over there.
We
needed some stamps from down the road,
but
I bought him some milk,
that
wasn’t what I was told!
I’m
a word juggling poet wading upstream,
in
a river of words trying to catch what I mean.
When
speaking with them
I
couldn’t follow the debate,
forgot
what we were saying
wanted
to hide or escape.
I
tried to join in, but got it all wrong,
so
I sat there quiet pretending to be strong.
I’m
a word juggling poet wading upstream,
in
a river of words trying to catch what I mean.
This
brain fog can really get me down
makes
me anxious and worried
the
chief zombie in town,
get
rid of this tiredness
I’m
trying not to drown,
but
all this muddling and tripping
makes
me the best performing clown.
I’m
a word juggling poet wading upstream,
in
a river of words trying to catch what I mean.
If
I say a wrong word
or
forget what I was told,
please
don’t leave me out here
alone
in the cold,
my
cognitive powers are not all they seem,
I
could be Prime Minister or even the Queen.
So
be kind to me when I get it wrong,
I’ll
always make you laugh singing my song.
I’m
a word juggling poet wading upstream,
in a river
of words trying to catch what I mean.
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Julie Stevens (Jumping Jules) –
www.jumpingjulespoetry.com