The Walk Poem by Maya Trowborst

I wander the streets alone
Me being an old and glued to a cane.
Many of my old friends
Would have called me insane.

But these times are different.
Go ahead and call me silly,
But i miss the days when others walked...
Back then it never seemed as chilly.

But those times have died
And sadly i too soon will.
And no one will remember my generation
So I'll walk these dead roads till.

Its their loss.
These moonlit streets,
These midnight alleys,
And these frosty concrete sheets.