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.
