Just A Walk In The Park Poem by Dorsey Baker

Feeble old fella stops at the water fountain
Takes a big sip
Of cool water
As he takes a moment
To catch his breath
His old bones appreciate
The help of that crutch
That the feeble old fella
Grips with his fingers
It keeps him from falling
Flat on his face
When his cranky old legs start to wobble
Somewhere in the park
There is a bench he will find
Sit down and take himself
A long break
That his feeble old body
Keeps begging him for!