Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-

A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-

He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-

Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?

He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-

He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-

He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-