— Poppies in the sunlight, my front yard.

Walkers and Canes

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Walkers:
red ones, blue ones,
black ones,
wheels and brakes,
basket and seat,
all the comforts
to travel on foot
safely.
.
There’s
no wheels
with yellow tennis balls
to help you slide along;
a pocket for your snack
or book.
Paint them pretty colors..
a part of your
wardrobe when
walking gets
hazardous.
.
Sigh.
.
Who would have thought
it would come to this.
.
Canes:
wood ones,
new and old ones;
one foot, two feet,
three and four feet.
Sticks and folding canes.
Some even have a seat for rest.
All the wonderful colors
of the artist’s palette:
pick your favorite
walk in style.
.
Flowers,
modern designs,
abstract and beyond,
cats, dogs, maps,
your hearts
desire.
.
Want
to stay at home?
It’s called
“aging in place.”
Whatever.
.
Sigh
.
Get used to it.
Start planning.
.
How canes & walkers
will look with your dress
and in your house..
Fashion is
everything…
Pick your style,
color and be free
to get your wish to
stay at home.
.
Safe.
Where it’s quiet.
Eat when you want,
what you want.
Sleep when you want,
how long you want.
.
Peace and Quiet.
My wish for now.
Got my canes…
got my walker
with seat and basket…
brakes to slow my speeding☺.
.
Who’d a thought
I’d live like this?
Walker and cane,
but
Peace and quiet is my aim☺.
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