Old Years New Tears
I raised my foot to climb the stairs
only to find an old age impediment there.
Down I went face first upon the stair
now realizing that I must first think before going there.
Raise that leg high resounds in the mind
something I didn't have to do once upon a time.
A thought that now stays ever constant in my mind
each time I approach something I have to climb.
What was once done with thoughtless effort
is now done in thoughtful measure.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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