Tuesday Travel

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.
And then I rode two buses to return.
The walking gave reminder of my power,
and from the bus rides I found things to learn.
My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.
I needn’t yet suggest my epitaph.
And though non-driving uses up much time
it’s pleasant, and gave topics for this rhyme.

I saw new stores and boulevards repaved;
a clutch of peers, some clad in clothes so loud
they didn’t work four dozen years ago.
Kids weren’t looking nice as they behaved,
but gave their culture reason to be proud.
I reached my door well-spent, my mind aglow.

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