Still feeling trapped,
though the door is open,
I take my first steps on
a winter's morning.
Days lengthen now,
lighter afternoons beckon
as I venture to walk,
per chance to loiter
by shop windows.
It seems so long since
I had time
but now quaint boutiques
are my reward as I
enjoy the tranquillity
of not having to rush
back to a dusty desk.
I notice old ladies,
old men with sticks,
young women, some
on crutches.
Children too,
little tots, not yet
at school
toddle at mother's sides.
It's an alien world
and only time will tell
how I'll cope
but I know I will
and as I drive home
I think how lucky
I am to have
a pension.
Ruth Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-beginning-42/
