Hobbling

I hobbled to the river
Which was worth each step of pain.
My bench and sunshine beckoned
So my walk was not in vain.

The early hour guaranteed
No crowds would block my views;
The sparkle of the water 
Would be something sad to lose.

There’s not a single thing right now,
While sitting, that I lack
But a better knee would help
When I begin my hobble back.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Krutsinger Avatar
May 4, 2022 at 11:08 AM
A better knee - a great wish for you my friend. "The early hour guaranteed No crowds would block my views; The sparkle of the water Would be something sad to lose." This is sweetly penned.
Wolf Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 7:16 PM
Some folks have hobbies. Others - hobblies. Oh, well...
Hankins Avatar
April 30, 2022 at 7:31 PM
Oh, I see you, too, get visits from Arthur Itis. I wondered when you would return to your bench.
Cunningham Avatar
April 30, 2022 at 11:03 AM
Nothing worse Ilene, but they do say keep it moving. Hope you're better soon. Tom
Leffanta Avatar
April 30, 2022 at 10:45 AM
"Use it or lose it" is a tough call sometimes, but in the years to come, you will be glad you used it! Try exercising in a swimming pool or jacuzzi to strengthen muscles without the weight liability! Aloha! Rico
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