Teeter-Totter

Poem By Victor Bloom

on ancient legs
I totter to the toilet.

Not only pain,
But hard to pee.

What has become
Of me?

I thought I'd remember,
But I forgot.

Sometimes I remember
What I forgot.

Teeter-totter,
I forgot 'er.

S'what happens
When you get old.

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