Me and my walker feel like pals
We are as chummy as a couple of gals
I look up to make sure she’s there
And she goes with me everywhere
Three times a day she takes me to dine
As we follow other walkers in a parade like line
She is at my bedside every night
Making sure I’m steady in the dim night light
Three cheers for my walker
She never balks
However, I would be happier if only she could talk.
(Age 100)
