Walking Stick

March 10, 2011  •  Leave a Comment
Just thought I would share a poem I wrote for my father awhile back along with a photo of a dear friends father.

Walking Stick
By
Ellen Gerberich

When I was a young man
I had spring in my step
A bounce in my knee
I held my head hi
Saying, hey look at me

But, I’m getting a bit older
I’ve got gray in my hair
My knees started creaking
The bounce just ain’t there

I still hold my head high
I have nothing to hide
I walk with a stick
I swing it with pride

So if you see me
Walking along
Swinging my stick
And humming a song

Smile when you see me
Wave at me too
‘Cause as the years pass
It could happen to you

Spread kindness till next time!

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