Trustworthy Cane

Trustworthy cane, beside me rests so near, A steadfast friend, in every weather clear. Through rain or shine, it lights my way, A loyal guide, night and day. In corners sometimes it may reside, Forgotten when life's tides collide. Yet, with a stare, its help it extends, A true reminder of a faithful friend. From birth's first breath, we learned to crawl, Exploring places, both big and small. Now in old age, a different grace we glean, Walking with a cane, hope's newfound scene. In your polished wood or metallic frame, a history resides, A witness to moments where life collides. Lean on you I may, but stand tall I do, For you are the friend that helps me push through. Embracing change, we stride hand in hand, Traversing the landscapes of shifting sand. Oh, walking cane, you're more than a prop, You're a symbol of strength, never to stop.