Going for a walk with my mom was not easy, Frequent stops of hellos would make me dizzy, I wondered why she would smile at so many, Time is also a precious penny. Now I understand why she stopped to greet, For many, her smile and hello was their daily treat. She understood-old age is lonely and hard, Not many halt to say hello in the yard. Now, I understand why she was perky and patient, My perspectives on life were naive and nascent, Sharing concerns are what make us humane, Though, chides during youth were in vain. Now, I understand, life is more than a series of chore(s), I too, one day, will be old with a reputation to ramble and bore, Narrate old tales, health troubles, and older lore, Others too will be interested in other things more. I too will wish someone would stop and talk, Smile and greet and ask me about my walk. I too will wish someone would not be in a hurry, Stop, smile, small-talk and not want to escape and scurry.