Hobbling

I hobbled to the river

Which was worth each step of pain.

My bench and sunshine beckoned

So my walk was not in vain.

 

The early hour guaranteed

No crowds would block my views;

The sparkle of the water

Would be something sad to lose.

 

There’s not a single thing right now,

While sitting, that I lack

But a better knee would help

When I begin my hobble back.