I sit and watch them go by.
Walker after walker.
Pushed by elderly folks  
with frail hands and crippled joints.
Slowly they struggle.
Along life's journey.
Does anyone care?
Does anyone see the pain
behind their empty stare?
Or are we too locked up
in our haunting fear?
For someday,
we may be one of them.
Struggling along life's journey.
Pushing a walker.
With frail hands and crippled limbs.

I sit and watch them go by.
Walker after walker.
The uphill climb of pain.
For the elderly.

In a mall full of walkers.

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