Oh, how I wish I had looked after my feet,

Those things that are dangling beneath my knees.

In older age, you don’t realize how important they are.

Now I am old; I can’t go far.

“Go to physio, he will know

How to look after my feet,” they say.

He says, “Do this, do that, stretch your feet!”

He must be joking—I can’t even go down the street

Without my walker.

Another New Year, another resolution

To try harder to help my feet,

To get me mobile—and not the mobile

I’ve got in my hand.

Some say they need to be banned,

But without them, what would old folk do?

What would I do without my Scrabble?

I haven’t a clue.

So, here’s hoping another year

Will bring to me the mobility I dream of,

Travelling places, old and new,

Taking in the hospitality.

Wendi 31/12/24