A couple, with a couple of sticks Walking in convoy Wearing out disjointed joints To distribute the pain of future loss Weapons of choice They carry no voice Only the weight of their owners Who, thanks to the sticks, will live to walk another day
Note 1: based on seeing a couple in a gapped-convoy, walking with two sticks each as we walked down to the Marina at Benalmadena... then written-up at the Marina, in rain showers. UDID 9002-1012-1.0.0