Knocking on Doors

As my legs
get more wobbly
and my knees
knock and lock
I’ll keep an even
closer eye
on that bedside
ticking clock.
I’ll treasure
all the minutes
as I travel
through the day
down a road
less travelled
than the one
I walked yesterday.
I’ll knock on doors
I’d passed before
now ready
for my visit
to comprehend
life’s meaning
and the
precious things
within it.

(This photograph was by Ninocare on Pixabay)