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)