Falling Left

November 17, 2008
By Alicia Lanni, Oakdale, PA

I’m despairingly left-handed
From my morals to my pen,
And I’m bound to make wrong choices
Some nine times out of ten.

For at my birth, my wires crossed,
Chose left instead of right,
To be my strong side—so began,
The story of my life.

I smear the granite when I write,
While yours stays nice and neat.
My left foot starts when dancing
Which results in tangled feet.

And I always make bad choices
‘Cause I favor my left side,
Where on my shoulder, dressed in red,
The devil close resides.

And my poor angel’s never heard,
Because my right’s not strong,
And I listen to the devil’s voice,
Even though I know he’s wrong.

There is that one time out of ten,
When I don’t make things a mess,
But it’s not due to my angel—
I just make a lucky guess.

So I try to make no choices
And to stay upon the fence,
But I always lose my balance,
And I end up falling left.

The author's comments:
Whenever I'm feeling down, I like to poke fun at my faults by writing about them in an absurd way, so that when I read back over my writing, I laugh and forget all about being in a foul mood. This poem is one of several pieces about my numerous left-handed blunders, which unfortunately always seem to happen when the maximum amount of people are watching. But luckily for me, and hopefully for you, some enjoyment has come out of my embarrassment in the form of this poem. Enjoy!

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