Giving up the run,
walking is easier and more fun.
Legs are getting brittle,
hardly can run a little.
Hard to run anymore,
lucky I haven't hit the floor,
with these legs all sore.

My new objective,
is to be more selective.
So I select walking,
maybe there'll be no
police outline chalking.
Don't try to chase me,
I'll grab my car key.
Back off,
I hate to figure,
reaching for the trigger.

Overcome, adapt and improvise,
surely I'll try to compromise.
But when you can't run,
nothing left but the stun.
My running days
have come to an end.
Walking has got to be
my friend.

G