Jack and I used to fly down the Paved path on our bikes, Ringing our warning bells as we Passed slower cyclists or Walkers. But today we were the Pokey ones. As I pushed Jack in his wheelchair, The speedsters left us far Behind. Actually, there are advantages to Walking slowly. We noticed the red berries adorning the Bushes within arm's reach almost Wishing we could sample Them, We noticed the sunlight filtering Through the tunnel of trees Splashing lace-like patterns of Light on the trail before us. We noticed the smiles as joggers Came toward us, probably touched by The sight of the sweet old Couple out for a stroll. As we pushed along, Jack and I reminisced about the Days when we, too, sped down the Bike path. But today it didn't matter. We were in no race. We enjoyed our snail's pace. |