Walking the Fairgrounds - Two Lenses
a decuain
I walked the fairgrounds 1962,
a penny for my thoughts at age thirteen.
I loved to gather up loose coins with Hugh
the grandstands cleared out, we would start to “clean”
I walked the fairgrounds 2015,
just looking for cover, in case it rains.
Too old for bending, Hugh and I both lean
on walkers, and compare our aches and pains.
The sixties found my lack of funds, a bane;
but now it’s health concerns that cause my strain.
written 19 February 2016
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