Slower Pace

The simple things now seem so hard,
To venture out beyond my yard.

I pray for help to navigate,
To know what’s right, to go or wait.

I long to congregate once more,
Return to life like days before.

I must admit I’ve reached the stage
That I must wait because of age.

Until the day it’s safe to roam,
I’ll spend my days right here at home.

I’d like to venture out a bit.
The patio is where I sit.

I feel the breeze upon my face,
Another day, a slower pace.

I hear the birds and feel the sun.
It’s not so bad. It’s almost fun.