Saturday, April 1, 2017

slow to walk

slow to walk, I slow
my pace
to let him catch up.
he breathes, wipes his
brow, takes his hat off.
it's not far from
here to there.
some of us arrive,
others die early and
never know what it is
to be old,
to have others wait
on you, and hold
the door.

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