Competed Out

I recollect, in pre-pandemic days,
at weekends I would powerwalk or stroll
ten miles along the flat pedestrian ways
and in two hours fulfil my fitness goal.
Then cyclists in their ones and twos appeared,
and scooter riders all across the town,
their transportation motorised or geared,
unbothered if they knocked a walker down.
And now, at weekends, hordes of cyclists ride
harassing those who humbly use their feet,
while scooters boost the ever-swelling tide
of riders crowding every city street.
Pedestrian bipeds, in a fateful twist,
are on the world’s endangered species list.