Let us walk together, my friend,

as long as we wield our canes

against all who deign to walk

to our wrong side, physically

or symbolically speaking.

If, say, some car or bus refuses

to slow as I cross with the light,

I’ll whack it with my cane held tight

both rightly and righteously

with a hard cane blow to show

who’s right in this encounter.

Cane Brigaders! You have nothing

to lose but your fear of aging.

For Warren Woessner and Mary Moos