Accident (Fun Poem 164)

Accidents happen at most inopportune times leaving us wondering why we did that. I’m talking of little accidents like tripping over something we should have seen. Mine was getting out of bed in the dark, treading on something, losing my balance and falling back on my hand I put out to support myself. Spraining my wrist of my right hand. Being right handed it hurt worse than had it been my left and as I write this the agony increases with every pen stroke. What am I? A silly clot, but life goes on and I have to deal with it like it or not, until I do something silly again. 5 April 2015