BALANCING THE BOOKS. By Bryn Fortey

Since I have no interest

In the +/- columns

Of the celestial ledger

I concern myself mainly

With the gradual disintegration

Of my physical well being

My sense of balance

Went flying through the window

Alongside my libido

Many moons ago

I stagger like a ten pint drunk

Jabbing my walking stick

To counter whichever direction

My faltering steps take me

When I do fall

I go down like an Olympic gymnast

And have so far

Avoided structural damage

Three fellow customers

Scored me ten out of ten

When I tumbled at my local Spar

The medical term

For this lack of equilibrium 

Is: Fucked Up

I couldn’t have put it better

Bryn Fortey is a veteran writer from Wales in the UK. Widely published

over the years, he has had two collections published by The Alchemy 

Press, both featuring a mix of short stories and poetry. He is grateful that

in old age he is still able to put pen to paper and finger to keyboard