I strapped my leg into the brace, remembered days when I could race. 
Run a race or walk for 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.

BY D GRANT 2020

For Don