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, over time, I was able to make it all the way around the block and back home.
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)
Today's word: everybody
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