Old Folks

When I was young in my childhood days,

Many things looked different in some ways.

I can remember seeing grandma walk,

She was slow and careful when she talked.

Through the years I did not understand why,

I was so silly and really a little shy.

"Old folks walk so slowly," I thought to myself,

I never realized it was all because of how they felt.

"They slide there shoes across the floor.

And were careful when they opened the door."

Now I am getting to the age grandma was back then,

It has become very real to me how it has been.

Because now I have discovered Arthur for life,

He is what old folks suffer with strife.

This is a fact that many old folks well know,

But the young will learn better when they grow.

Now I walk with greater care and slide sometimes,

Because I am acquainted with the problem now it's mine!

Lena Ayer Kittrell©

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Lousie Cope Stroud

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