Bungalow Legs

Bungalow Legs

I live in a bungalow, life on the flat
But, on balance, I think, I would rather have that!
No stairs going up means we exercise less
and none going down, none to fall down, I guess

The last house we lived in had more than enough
for a lifetime because, sometimes it was tough!
I once broke an ankle and arm, at same time!
Getting up took me hours, slightly less to decline.

From garden to terrace, of steps there were four
Two to conservatory, to kitchen two more
Then two from the kitchen to get to the hall,
By which time, when hopping, t’was easy to fall!

Another thirteen up to the next floor
‘Til you got to the top, at the turn was one more
Then, one down to bathroom, used by our guests
And on to the landing, was just one last step.

So when we retired, we carefully thought,
And after researching, a bungalow bought
We have lots of things that we didn’t before,
When we lived in the country. Now we have more.

There are buses, and snowploughs and shops nearby,
And we’re still on a hill, with a great wide sky
We love living here, living life with no steps
But as we were warned, we have bungalow legs!

Vicki Clemerson

11 June 2020