Baind-Aid
Band-Aid (Poem) Lately I notice, I am getting a cut while slicing a cucumber or carving a pineapple when opening a can or fixing broken equipment my wife tells me every time to be careful but four out of ten, I end up in the same fateful most of time I do not tell anyone but when I get caught, I get reminded again “You are worse than your children” “Nothing to worry, it happens”, I say show the cut finger properly wrapped a paper napkin, all that is needed. I was cutting a pineapple last December slicing the skin like a master woodcutter got distracted and finger got cut before I could hide it, I got caught my daughter said “Dad, I can’t believe you did it again” she rushed to to get a band-aid and medicine I told her not to tell her mom else no pineapple for three months. Last month she moved to her own apartment empty nesters life begins again what will I do now if I get a cut again putting the band-aid will never be same I promise to be careful going...