We were walking by My River
Enjoying the beauty around us,
As we passed people
All said hello with a smile,
Life was so good.
Coming towards us was a man,
A man pushing a pushchair,
His small grandson sat there
Looking all around,
Smiling at everything.
The man greeted us with a smile,
As did the child.
They walked on into their future
And the sad though came to me,
One day it may be different,
The grandson may be the one
The one pushing the wheelchair,
The wheelchair for his granddad,
As he reached his elder years.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought as we passed them yesterday.
- Category: Reflection
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Or you getting one of those powered chairs and gonna mow us all down? Some are hazardous. They should be on the roads by the speed they are doing!
We don't know each person's situations, but some in those chairs can walk OK. They park the vehicle outside shops.
Some are dangerous Orchi but the few I know in powered chairs need them very badly.
Andy
I read of an 'all welcome' walk-about. Then it said 'The route is not suitable for wheelchairs or pushchairs'. Doh!
So true, some people just cannot cater for the disabled.
Andy
A tear in my eye after reading your words - - so true Andy that time waits for nothing and passes so quickly - the number however is wonderful with all the band making the Unchained Melody a sound to lift the spirits - -- thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for Your meaningful words Fay, much appreciated.
Andy
that's the kind of observation and ensuing thought that would likely cross any gentlepersons mind .. well poemed GF60 .......... Neville
Thank you Neville, most kind.
Andy
Brilliant!
Thank you Mek.
Andy
I'm so pleased to read that you still walk alongside your beloved Avon (you'll have to tell me how to drive onto Crown Meadow when the gates at the bottom of the ramp are shut yet there are cars on the meadow).
It's refreshing to think about times changing and generations moving on. We can try to pass along out wisdom and knowledge as best we can but at the end of the day the thing we pass along mostly is love.
Oh yes, My River is still with me. I have never known the gates at the bottom of the ramp shut, if you just drive along the road passed the parking meter one of the gates on the right is always open.
If you are going to go there let me know and I will join you.
Yes times are changing and you are so right, the most important thing that we can pass on in our lives is love.
Andy
I've often thought of how we begin our lives needing care, and when much older we need care again. And in-between, we are the caregivers. Thought provoking write Andy, well penned.
This is life's circle for many people nowadays AP.
Andy
The picture is clear –
When life’s end draws near
There’s nothing to fear
It is today that’s dear.
One day at a time, Andy.
Thank you Dave.
Yes very true, one day at a time, every day is so important in our lives.
Andy
It is true that time waits for nothing and we don't know what waits for us. Beautiful poem.
Thank you deeps, yes it is true time does not wait but I am fortunate to have lived a long life and I have much more to come.
Andy
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