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My speech becomes impeded
It’s rather hit or miss
I jumble words incoherently
Get frustrated, then there’s this

The comments from my family
They’re amused by what I say
Daughter says I should write a poem
Hubby smiles, then runs away

Tripping over one’s own tongue
I guess that’s better than my feet
Being able to laugh at myself
Even in the hour of defeat

Simply means that I’m okay
It’s my brain, I say, “misfired”
But truth of the matter is just this
What I really am, is tired!!


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