Rocker’s filled to overflowing
elderly persons poured
into the wooden vessels staring
into the abyss of nothingness

Walking quickly disallowing
their age to touch my youthfulness
Legs strong and sure move
me too quickly into the future

Years melt away forcing hair
to change from brown to gray
and then to speckled white
legs begin to abandon my wishes

Pain an occasional twinge
gains strength invading my body
infiltrates my muscles and bones
against the pain my legs acquiesce

New faces new surroundings
long decks give respite to varied
unpleasant scents within
rows of rockers line the walkway

I think I’ll sit