Putting one foot forward
As I try to balance my gait.
A little right of center at times;
Part of growing old.
As long as the grey matter
I guess I can't complain.
Some of us old folks lose it.
Friends I have known for years,
Suddenly succumb to loss of memory,
And it saddens me no end.
But with others I can still banter.
Out living your friends
Makes for a lonely life with their loss.
But with poetry I can create new ones;
If only in my imagination in prose.
I have young writers to replace the old
And they keep me on my toes.
All excellent poets in their own right
That far exceeds my simple writes.
Hey life is good and exciting.
There is always something around the bend.
Waiting to stir a poem or two
That otherwise may escape from you.