#Poetry – Aged traveller

I strapped my leg into the brace, remembered days when I could race. 
I'd run a race or walk a while, those memories still make me smile.
For with a pack upon my back, these legs had travelled far and wide, 
And through the years had journeyed far, now shorter steps replace their stride.
Now up the road or down a lane, whatever's safe whatever's sane.  
This is my world however small, the distance less so I don't fall.

For Don


poetry, ageing, mobility, memories, medical condition, mental health, disability,

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