Heeding the Alert

This morning when I went to walk
The streets were slick with rain,
But certain blocks were icy
So the message was quite plain:

Don’t take a chance; just turn around.
There’s no need to complain,
For it you fall, you’ll lose much more
Than with this walk you’d gain.

Obeying such an edict really
Goes against the grain
And in the past, from such advice
I surely would refrain.

But aging slows the body down
So reason has to reign.
Reluctantly, I heeded
The alert sent by my brain.