The old man with a cane
I first noticed the old man late last summer, as I waited for my bus.
He was bent over, relying on his cane heavily, taking baby steps.
Looking straight ahead, as he walked down the street.
Some days I saw him walking to his destination; other days he was coming back.
I’ve seen him almost every day since, except when there was snow in our neighborhood.
Monday morning, I got to my bus stop and looked across the street.
The old man was walking, erect, with his head held high.
And he was carrying his cane.
This old man has taught me a lot, about aging, self-respect, and about living each day to the fullest.
The photo above is not of the old man in my neighborhood; it’s just a picture I found on Google.