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

Remains unaffected.

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.