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
