Another Aging Lesson

Two weeks ago, when first I hurt my foot,
I little thought how long I’d be impaired.
I wore new shoes and carelessly I put
my step so balance went, discomfort flared.
And probably I should have then bewared
and stopped my forward motion, sat a spell.
But I walked on (as if 15, I dared).
I paid for that – my foot is still unwell.

(Huitain)

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