Bag heavily hanging off the back
My walker squeaking under the weight
And just like that
A class is two minutes away,
And several extra hundred feet.
Heeled boots click as I run
And catching on that bulging bag 🎒
“Slow down!” My shoes scream
And time screams back.
“Impressions matter in the law,
And it starts here.”
Click Click, trip!
Trip trip, click!
Stop to huff,
And pray to protect my face!
Stop before crossing the finish line,
Breathe and calm down.
Walk in like, smooth as peppermint pudding.
SickyBeat 
Another killer! You’ve got a book of poems going here Ms. Lawyer-to-be! A poignant truth in showing your immobility rather than telling about it. You label it humor. A generous label. A Herculean effort and not for naught. Something too rare & wondrous is happening here. Kudos Misty😘
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