Top o’ the Walk

With all the ways to amble to the store,
the prettiest includes a two-block hill.
It isn’t steep – my vigor can endure
it, but most days I’d rather skip it. Still,
the view is worth the effort, and what’s more,
I’ll bus home laden and curtail the drill.
I’m old but not about to call a stop,
though I’ll admit relief to reach the top.

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