for someone to hold the door
for you,
am i that old?
do they see it in my face,
my walk,
the way
i bend in the wind
as i approach
the store,
is it
the limp,
they see,
my blue eyes now
watered
grey?
i don't feel old, at least
i didn't
until they reached
around me to open
the door,
helping me on my way.
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