I like the cool weather
Not cold or warm.
Just a little chill in the air,
Livens my steps home.
At an age now when pain
Leaves me run down.
Legs that once carried me,
Now are buckling under the load.
I guess 90 some odd years
Has an effect you can't shrug off.
Bones and muscles not the same
As when you were twenty one.
hug
Kathy
Love ya!
Jane