The old man trusts his body to a piece of metal or wood Not as his god or anything But as a prop to hold him up The injured man does the same. Alas, love is a walking stick Sturdy, reliable With you every step of the way Unrelenting, every night and day Sometimes, the stick may break And the rider is thrown Whose fault is that, Is it the stick? Even if it were, a man gets another one And the journey resumes again. Be as it may, whether strong or unreliable It's not about the form, but the matter. Hear the spirit of the guide, The essence of the walking stick Is to be with you, to support you; Love is the walking stick of life, To be with you every step of the way... 04/01/24