Riding My Luck
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I’m an expert at staying on my feet
I’m practising it every day
You can ask the hedge
You can ask the wall
They’ve witnessed my stumbles some way
It doesn’t take much for my feet to falter
Topple forwards, sway backwards
A sudden trip
My head might think it’s in control
But it’s my feet who are bossing this rocking ship
Only yesterday when leaving the house
My head directing to the car
Once over the step
My feet began to dance
And across the grass we swayed
Straight into the hedge
I clung to the leaves
And stayed on my feet not afraid
An expert you say
An expert I am
I’ll stay on these feet if I can
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That handy wall
That sitting chair
That kitchen worktop
They’ve all been there
That lying bed
That eating table
That chest of drawers
To make me stable
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I’ll find them all
I’ll grab and hold
A plunge to the ground
Will never be told
I’ll search them out
I’ll hang on tight
This master knows how to get it right
I’m an expert at staying on my feet
I’m practising it every day
From dawn to dusk
I’ll play this game
And stagger and stumble away
If ever the time comes
When my luck runs out
And I fall to the ground in a heap
Remember the expert that once there was
And please put me back on my feet​
Background: This happens all the time!!! I trip over my feet. In MS terms it's called 'foot drop'. One time, I was closing the door and completely lost my balance. I stumbled nearly 3 metres across our garden and landed in the hedge!!! I clung to the leaves and regained my balance. How I didn't end up on the grass, I'll never know!!