Walking Cane
I take this cane with me
everywhere I go
It travels with me
from bike path to the open road
With my knife I add a notch
at each milestone
It is quite adorned now
for ways of only I would know
My cane knows that I travel
with the sorrowful blues
I strum it like a guitar
and belt out some notes, a few
You could say this walking cane
define me
But I say it's my friend
from what I can see
As for the notches...
they are my angels and my demons
speaking to my walking cane
over all the past seasons
Sunday, May 7, 2023
Poem inspired by Joe Bonamassa's song Notches
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2023
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