Now They Offer

Story of my life.

I never thought I would end up walking as much as I do. At first it was a little difficult. Actually, quite difficult. When I first started trying, my goal was to walk to the corner ... and back. Then all the way around the block.

That was years ago, at the suggestion of my doctor, and with the encouragement of Phyllis, who became my daily walking companion.

And now I just walk, walk, walk.

The poem was written in those early years. I must admit that I was sometimes tempted to accept the offer of a ride from a neighbor or a friend. But I always managed to tell them, "Thanks ... I'm taking a walk." And kept on walking.

And now? Well, I can't remember the last time one of them actually offered me a ride, although they do sometimes slow, wave, and go on their way.

The poem:

NOW THEY OFFER

Skinny years,

when I could've

used a ride,

nobody stopped.

Now that I'm

walking it off,

everybody slows

to offer a lift.

© 1996

(originally published in Capper's)

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Today's word: everybody

Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:

Thank you, Magran, for stopping by again ... and I do hope, if that's your wish, that you're soon enjoying the luxury of walking ... I'm not a power walker ... never was, never will be ... but I do enjoy those strolls ... and I always listen to what my body is telling me, in regard to "speed" ... and distance ... time of day, etc. I have found it to be a very curative pursuit ... for those times that I'm out there ... or indoors someplace when the weather is bad ... I am completely immersed in my surroundings ... and nothing else matters. Also, many thanks for pointing out the problem you had in joining the "conversation" at "Squiggles and Giggles." Thanks to your persistence, your comment did make it through ... and I think I've found a solution for the problem.