The restaurant,
Two weathered gold friends.
In our younger years we were up
Before dawn walking through our
Neighborhood before I left for work.
We had mapped out a four mile
Route.
On Saturdays we switched to
Sharon Woods, "Our" park, we
Called it.
On one winter morning we pushed through
Snow drifts up to our hips.
And on a summer day we were caught in a
Severe lightning storm.
Fearing for our lives and walking faster than
We ever had before, we called out loud to
God to spare us.
Obviously, and gratefully He did.
Now Alice deals with constant
Arthritis pain and the only vehicle she
Drives is her scooter.
My hip restricts me to short, slow
Jaunts.
We certainly can't whip around the trail at
Our park anymore.
But we can still limp into Panera and
Laugh,
And chat,
And remember.