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First we crawl, technically a half-walk on knees,
generally towards something edible.
Then we tether, a kind of improvised walking, supported
sometimes by our feet, sometimes by our face.
Next we toddle. Like stagger, but with milk.
Then we leap, the walk of joy
Then we stomp, the walk of anger
Then we scarper. The walk of guilt.
Then we dance. The walk of music.
Then we strut. The mating walk. Versions pertinent to the female.
Versions pertinent to the male. Then we stagger. Like toddle, but with alcohol.
Then we choose our walk. Some of us meander. Through music festivals, through life.
Some us march. Through career paths, through life.
Some of us aisle-walk.
And after the aisle-walk, often a waddle.
Then the stoop.
As we age, our stooping changes from occasional to inevitable. Our walking slows into a hobble,
And when our hobbling stops, so do we.
Life is a journey of some hills and vales and some heels and many soles. Put one foot
in front of the other and walk it.