I used to walk for miles & miles…
Physically, over gates & stiles.
Furiously on my way to work.
Secretly, with a little quirk.
I used to play a tune or two…
For hours playing oh so blue.
Tinkering at minor scales,
Playing songs of love & fails.
Now I write… because I can.
My mind the chasm I like to span.
I may not have the strength to walk.
Yet my mind still loves to talk.
I cannot play like I once did.
The scales like mountains…God forbid.
I may be rusty and miss a beat.
Yet music is my special treat.
I used to walk for miles & miles,
Happier days with genuine smiles.
Now I limp along the way.
Yet more alive than any day.
© The Secret Poetess, March 2017