Accident Prone

I’ve always been rather clumsy

Accident prone, if you will

Nothing is safe when I am around

I could break things by just standing still

I trip over things that really aren’t there

“For goodness sake!”, I complain

I’ll go back to see what it was

And trip over nothing again

It’s because I’m so tall and gangly

That I walk into tables and doors.

If it’s not bolted down, you can guarantee

I’ll send it crashing to the floor

I’ve got scars and bruises all over my body

A new one appears each day

I’ll accidentally bump into strangers, and so

If you see me, stay out of my way

I mean you no harm, but I can’t be sure

That I won’t hurt you a little bit

In my next life, to make amends