A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words [7/23/2022] — A Poem

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• What I see : a see a person on a wheelchair taking a stroll, probably tired of staying indoors.

• What I feel : pangs of growing old.

Title: Reminiscence

When I was three,
I loved to chase turkeys,
I was warm blooded,
Restless and hotheaded.

When I was ten,
I went around chasing hens,
It was 5pm,
And they needed to get into their pen.

When I was eighteen,
A flew a fence,
I rode a horse,
A fell, got up and rode even more.

When I was twenty-five,
I was up by five,
In the morning light,
Jogging by the sidewalks,
And by 8pm on the dot,
I was on a dancefloor.

But that's all in reminiscence,
'cause now I'm seventy-four
And I can't move my legs,
now I sit to take a walk,
Confined to a wheelchair,
which my will doesn't cheer.

©TheUltimate

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