Grown old I groan
At times so stiff and sore
But not stopping, stepping on,
Walking past the pains to gain
Another epiphany before the rain.
Step by step the breath
Finds a pleasant pace
Pains dissipate.
By the third mile, I smile,
Feet flowing, arms swaying,
discomforts dissolved.
Warmed with eyes wide
Trees slide by, doves coo,
Awe opens then closes - no clues.
My pace slowly slows
Avoiding holes in the road;
Filling the unconscious crevasses of my mind
With pleasures deep and kind.
By and by, it's done, I'm saying
"Such a benefit, and beguiled."
I now rest, content.
- Michael P. Garofalo, Stepping on to Pleasures
The Ways of Walking
The Poems of Mike Garofalo
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