A few months ago, I got up in the middle of the night, tripped over my dog, went sprawling onto the saltillo tile floor -- broke my arm -- and ended up wearing one of those restraining casts for 2 months, writing with my left hand, feeling sorry for myself.
I had written this poem for some classes I was taking months before I fell-- it was prophetic -- I should have taken my own advice:
Fall Like A Lady
Falling is caused when you're tripped
Beginning to fall is called slipped
If you're going to fall
Curl into a ball
Or gracefully glide to a sit.