“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, July 1, 2013

Walking


I stagger and fall.
Impaired equilibrium
makes me look tipsy.

Walking aides help me,
cane, rollator, and wheelchair.
I prefer walking.

I may resemble
a bumbling drunken sailor.
At least I can walk.

8 comments:

Karen said...

Oh, I wish we were having as much fun as a drunken sailor though!

Josè Antonio said...

Thanks for you help, Judy
:)

Gail said...

HI JUDY - yup, at least I/we are walking, regardless of how we look. Each step a gift. Let's walk on together and keep walking.
Love Gail
peace.....

Muffie said...

I say the same thing -- I can still walk, and I won't squander that gift!
Peace,
Muff

Just Be Real said...

Thanks for your transparency. Blessings.

xaidw B said...


Before George died, I asked him what was the one thing he would like to do...."walk".
I had no words.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, yep, in my youthful days when I drank, I had much more fun being tipsy than I do now. Now, not only am I tipsy but I am also completely sober.

Josè Antonio, you’re welcome. I’m glad to be of help.

Gail, each step is absolutely a gift of freedom.

Muff, I will work hard to keep that capability.

JustBe Real, blessings to you too.

Hilda, yes, it is at the very top of my list of capabilities I want to retain, followed closely by retaining my cognitive abilities.

Diane J Standiford said...

I'd LOVE to walk like a drunken anything.