Suffering from diabetes, I have been advised brisk walk,
I prefer a leisurely stroll, where with friends I can talk.
Chats and gossips done, the walk feels less of a task,
Amidst laughter and tomfoolery, I can let go of my mask.
Walking collectively, poses a challenge of sorts,
That the group mirrors my rhythm, what are the odds?
Some chug along fast, others force me to slow down.
I can't split the group in two, or all around me frown.
So I'm forced to walk, at a slightly unnatural pace,
With the athletes amongst us, I literally run to not lose face.
While with others who are, more carefree and laid back,
I have to goad them into action, lest they be left behind the pack.
In any human endeavor, there's a dynamic at play,
To walk beside the slowest person, I'd prefer any day.
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