They Are Everywhere

This poem was inspired by a recent injury, I hope you can relate.

the old and frail
the invalid and weak
suddenly, i see them

i’ve always been courteous
standing on Manolo shoes
holding doors and lifts

for the old and frail
the invalid and weak
my small contribution

i’ve always been considerate
dedicating time here and there
and totter off, afterwards

to my normal life―
laced with four-inch heels
tools for self-empowerment.

They are everywhere
the old and frail
the invalid and weak

they stand on crutches
they lean on rollators
they move on wheelchairs

they give me a knowing smile
and i want to shout and say
“Oh this is temporal.
It’s a sports injury you see,”

but instead i smile
with renewed respect
for I, really see them.

Khaya Ronkainen

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