In younger days, if in a rush,
I’d race
right over frozen slush
Without a
thought of danger there
Of which I
should be made aware.
Yet
nowadays, I view the street
When there’s
been snow or hail or sleet
As someplace
where such dangers hide,
I might be
better off inside.
I’ll venture
out, but take each step
So gingerly,
without the pep
That usually
propels my gait
Each day
when I perambulate.
Around me,
all the younger crowd
Still walk
like doubt is not allowed,
Especially
since city folk
Most always
seem to go for broke.
At least I
know that once the ice
Has melted,
I will not think twice
Of moving
with my normal strut,
No fear of
falling on my butt.
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