There is the one woman
With her four-legged friend
(A creme-coloured Labrador)
She often carries and sips from
A white tin cup of coffee as
She crosses the street light
On their way to the canal.
She knows me as the elder
Who constantly walks the
Pathways around the cathedral
Every day, 10,000 steps
All the while listening to my
Podcasts or talking to my
Colleagues at work at home.
We nod and smile at each other
From behind our FFP2 masks.
There are so few these days
Who do this... smile and greet
A passing neighbour.
* This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.
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