Friday, January 15, 2021

You Can't See It

You can't see it on the paper

or hear it in your ear,

but I walk like an old man,

because I AM an old man,

and I don't want to fall

at all.


I could walk, perhaps, for miles,

but not on these slippery tiles

that catch the edge of my shoe.


Yesterday, a crazy old man

in a grocery store lot,

told me that he was just

a crazy old man.

Smiling behind my mask,

I said, "me too."






Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.


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