Old Man Needing Crutches Poem by Asher Proschansky

An old man still looks young
And in his mind, life has just begun
He wishes to run a marathon
Before the setting of the sun
He does not care about his weight
Or the medicines he was prescribed to take
Or the machine that breathes for him at night
He thinks if he can just get to his feet
And sing his song, his feet will move along
If his youthful song stops
then only then does he suspect that he might flop
But his crutches are not out of reach
his medication, his meditation, his nutrition,
his ugly CPAP machine
his walking not running to the finish line
He might after all have to partner with the divine!