Early Morning Walks
He loves his early morning walks
through the mist
along the old country road
It was his quiet time
and he would walk slowly
he used his cane to steady him
and he would stop every few minutes
to rest and catch his breath
the walks were getting more difficult
and he was getting more bent over
he would stop often to stretch
and straighten himself as much as he could
even though it hurt, he enjoyed his walks
he often wondered if one day the mist
would just surround him and swallow him up
never to be seen again
but the sun always cleared the mist
and a new day was always born
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Getting older is hard, Walt. I see this with my parents.
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Yes it is Robbie. Thank you for commenting 🙂
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My dad is having to come to terms with his semi invalid status post his very bad illness, Walt. So hard.
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A lovely piece Walt. Walks can be so quiet and personal, thanks for sharing yours with us!
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Thank you Leigha, and you are welcome 🙂
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We may be walking at the same time Walt just in different time zones, one step at a time at this time in our life why the rush?
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Slow and easy..
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks Chuck!
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Walt!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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My dear friend, thinking of you and sending you light. This piece is so intimate and lovely, although with a hint of pain. I hope you are doing well.
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Lovely, coincidence this morning was one of those Tennessee heavy foggy mornings as I walked the dogs. This was a very touching poem that holds hope. 🙏🏼💙
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Thank you for your kind words 😊
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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