Walking In Old Age Sonnet.

Here we are, two old codgers together

Both alive in our late seventies

Lived our lives through both good and bad weather

A life that seemed to pass us like a whiz.

 

Looking back we feel we are so lucky

We can still both walk around without help

No sticks or frames which can be so yucky

Walking by Our River without a yelp.

 

Many of our age or younger than us

Can not walk without the help of a stick

Which can make them in their minds swear and cuss

And others we knew left life with a flick.

 

We will keep walking our life together

Towards that place we will share forever.