Black and blue.
Black and blue.
Though only two.
I was always black and blue.
As soon as I had learned to walk,
I would choose to run, not walk.
Bookcases, desks, tables, and chairs;
I bumped into them all but stayed away from the stairs.
Why go slow when I can go fast?
Although life would be better without a cast.
Now I am more than one,
But still seem to fall when having fun.
Scabs and scars make the stories great.
However, clumsiness is not a pretty trait.
Age tells me to slow down,
My active lifestyle often gives me a bruised crown.
I can still be happy and black and blue,
Now I am teaching others to walk too.
About the Creator
Noah Glenn
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