A WALKER, NOW *

In my youth in 1960,
I was a reasonable athlete,
no great shakes.
I played baseball and basketball
with average skill.
I discovered tennis
and it soon became
my favorite sport.
Any athletic glory
existed solely in my imagination,
the home run that won the game,
the jump shot that beat the buzzer.
I was happy.

In my old age in 2020,
I am a reasonable walker,
no great shakes.
I walk ’round the park, Corona-inspired,
with below-average speed.
I discovered walking
and it soon became
my favorite activity.
Any athletic glory
exists solely in my imagination,
crossing the tape in the Olympic dash,
finishing in the New York Marathon.
I am happy.