Quite some time ago I gave up jogging
and chose the next best thing, walking,
which of course slowed the tempo
and there was more to notice too.
Oneafternoon others were out strolling,
not in any great hurry, and some used crutches,
while others had walking sticks. They never gave up.
Feeling tired, I looked for a bench, but no luck.
I was thinking ofLangston Hughes' poem
and it was his soaring thoughts which kept me limping
until a nurse stopped her car and gave me a lift
all the way home.
-22 October 2020.
With growing age, we have to bring about change in our life style and routine to match our body's endurance level and reflexes. The narrative is true to life and also shows the scope of compassion and humane feelings still finding its place in our blood.
I plan to use this poem in my first August 2021 showcase on PH. thanks : ) bri
Perhaps I'll give this poem 'a ride' in my next showcase for early June? bri ;)
Still walking? ? I can think of a few nurses I've known with whom I'd be glad to ride. bri ;)
I like your poem. i think i tracked down your reference to a poem or book by L. Hughes titled either Don't You Turn Back..or Don't Turn Back....about 'not giving up' i guess. bri :) p.s. Be careful when being picked up by strangers! ! Or did you know 'her'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nurses are such nice and thoughtful people.