Branching Out

The mind is slowing I can feel it every day But I will go on I go to the shops What to have for our dinner? Something will appear My steps are steady No one can see the shaking I can still get by Quietly, I seek The comfort of solitude I can still function My eyes look ahead My feet are numb, but grounded I am still moving My hands can still grasp Balancing the heavy load I glide down the street The trees are budding The road is not slippery I am now on track My gate is in view The keys are in my pocket I will be home soon Branching out is good Seeing the lime green buds of Spring Restoring my heart