Party Animal
I trip and stumble,
fall and tumble
(Lately haste
not to my taste.)
Incapacitated? Yes!
What’s the reason? Can’t you guess?
Once, though I was hale and hearty,
life of every wild party,
now I draw less audiences,
fewer smiles and way more winces
as I slip up, toe or tongue
on syllables or ladder rung.
These faux pas once made due to whiskey
back when I was young and frisky
are due to age’s cruel spasms
instead of youth’s enthusiasms.
Prompts for today are trip, mumble, incapacitated, hale, draw andtaste. Photo by Hillary P on Unsplash
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Last time I had a martini (emphasis on A martini) I passed out. A walk on a dirt road suffices for a run but the way I see it, I’m here. 🤣
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I didn’t drink martinis for long but I can put away a gin and tonic, still. And margaritas! Just had one today on the malecon.
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Welcome to the club~!
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Your poem is quite poignant and captures the feeling of aging and the toll it takes on the body and mind. It’s a universal experience that many of us can relate to. I hope you don’t feel too down on yourself, though. Just because you may not be the “life of the party” anymore doesn’t mean you don’t have value and worth. Your experiences and wisdom are just as valuable and can be shared in different ways. I wish you all the best as you navigate this new phase of life and hope that you can find joy and contentment in the small moments. 👍👏👌😊
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I sorta exaggerated, Pankaj. Not quite as bad off as this sounds.
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Excellent take Judy.
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Lol! Yep, I’m getting there!
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