Heeding the Alert

This morning when I went to walk The streets were slick with rain, But certain blocks were icy So the message was quite plain: Don’t take a chance; just turn around. There’s no need to complain, For it you fall, you’ll lose much more Than with this walk you’d gain. Obeying such an edict really Goes against the grain And in the past, from such advice I surely would refrain. But aging slows the body down So reason has to reign. Reluctantly, I heeded The alert sent by my brain.