Two Poems for Seniors

1.

I always took pride in
being able
to walk
a straight line.
To put one foot
then the other
forward,
with poise.

For years
my guarded secret,
the act of walking.

With the
supple strength
of the crow's wing
in flight.


2.

In those days
I didn't know
what it was like
to fall
because I never
counted
the time
between seconds
before landing
like I have learned
to do
of late.

from: Along the Way : Collected Poems (http://geocities.com/clcing/4.html)