Walking
Every year, bout
This time of day,
On New Year's
Eve....
He'd make his
Slow way round
The park, rain, or
Snow...
Each year I watched,
Steps gettin slower,
More careful, breaks
For breaths...
One day, I went out
To him, smiled,
Said, 'Why do you
Walk nine
Times around this
Park, every New Year's
Eve? Can I help you
With something? '
'Little lady, I was born
In aught 9, so every
Year, nine times. Only
Got one walk left.'
And, you know what I
Know. When the old
Get a notion in their
Head....
Seems like walking
Kept him walking...
Nine times round
That park...
Elysabeth...poemhunter, as in .com
2007-12-31
07:46:03
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