The Airbag Walker
You know you're old, or so they say,
When you need some help, to start your day.
Your knees creak loud, your hips protest,
Your back just wants a little rest.
Age has perks, or so I’m told,
Like nifty gadgets for the old.
Take, for instance, my new ride,
A walker built with airbags inside!
For strolls through life, it's quite a tool,
It’s part mobility, part cool.
With sturdy brakes, and a snazzy frame,
It’s like my legs, but less lame.
It’s got a beep, if I go too fast,
Reminds me when my prime has passed.
Best of all, it's built with flair:
An airbag pops when I’m in the air!
Should I stumble, should I trip,
Or lose my balance, lose my grip,
It’ll cushion me from head to toe,
With a gentle puff, and a steady flow.
Friends laugh at first, oh, yes, they do!
Until they see its vibrant hue,
In midnight blue, or classy grey,
It says, “I’m safe and here to stay!”
It keeps me upright, keeps me proud,
I strut with it through every crowd.
When the young give me a grin,
I say, “Just wait till your time begins!”
They might mock my fancy gear,
Someday soon, they’ll hold one dear.
For when you’re old, it’s only fair
To have a walker filled with air!
So here I go, a final stroll,
A walker-wielding, agile soul.
Airbags ready for a mighty fall,
I walk in style, through it all.