Let Us Give Thanks

for the sturdiness of walking sticks,
their purposeful and doughty rubber feet;

for large print, for vari-focals, or — at a pinch —
those gaudy magnifying specs from Boots;

for bus pass, offer of a seat, the chance
to eavesdrop greedily on other lives;

for batteries in all those private life-supports
and phones whose buttons stand out, oversize;

for wines with screw-caps, delivery drivers
who’ll haul the goods upstairs without a tip;

for bed socks, Skype, radios with pre-sets;
and Velcro. Definitely Velcro.

D.A. Prince

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  D.A. Prince
would be pleased to hear them.