Two Oldsters

I clip on a leash so I can try to hold her back. My old friend will prance all the way down the block and back. She’s frightened of noise from the garbage truck. And early morning before the heat is always a must. We walk the sidewalks to keep her nails trimmed nice. And we know everywhere to find a friend like us. Lord knows, I try to stop and talk, so I can catch my breath. We will cross the street to avoid mean and barking dogs. We know all the obstacles that might get in our way. And we go a different route for each weekly day. Together we know we appear to be a walking machine, but We smell the roses and notice flowers from all the houses we pass. But it’s nice to see the yards as they go slowly past We have plenty of work waiting for us at home when we get back. But for a moment each day we chose it, to ignore. My old lab and I need to get out while the weather is good In the end we’re just two oldsters…trying to get out of the house. A smile comes on our faces we go down the block.