What A Pleasure It Is

WHAT A PLEASURE IT IS

What a pleasure it is,
To walk without pain-
To not have to watch every step-
To not feel suddenly a stabbing ache
When one puts one foot on the ground-

What a pleasure
Not to have to think of my knees my tendons
And to walk and just walk,
And to see whatever I see before me-

What a pleasure just to be alright
And to appreciate in old age
A gift one took for granted in one's youth.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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