Walking this evening: A poem

An evening stroll

As I’m often want

To do. 

These sidewalks, older than me

My memories stretch back

Decades.  

Once, my dream,  

Distant travel. 

That has waned

My love for this area 

Grown to significant

Proportions. 

This path I’ve trudged

At least a thousand times

Changed for biredom 

Now is home