Bruised Knee

When we are young

we want to be old, when old

we wish to be young

Wants and wishes

a part of life

sometimes though

the cause of unwanted strife

Maybe the path

is for nothing at all

then

there are no trips or falls

But

what an uneventful journey

that would be

Iā€™d rather have the bruised knee

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