Stride

I stride
Wherever I want to go...even
Around my alamo sometimes.

One foot after another
Strides out at my pleasure and
My heed as I need to travel to
The places I keenly love that are mine.

Lovely journeys at my fingertips.

I stride very well and easy
I move my luck along with me...
Movement is a great joy I will
Sigh to lose.

I stride towards those baby steps
That lurk in shadows waiting
To rob me...
But not yet
Not yet.

I run
Very seldom.
And I move all day...
At my stride.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-28 at 02:21

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Rob Graber
Feeling fortunate about things we once took for granted is one of the "blessings" of getting, well, let's say "not younger"... Enjoyed!
2010-07-28


NicholasG
To stride with style is a blessing. You are blessed.
xox Nick
2010-07-28


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Your stride, judging by your poem, couldn't be better

xxx Stan
2010-07-28