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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem