Poetry: I'll walk at my own pace

I'll walk at my own pace
Nice and slow, it's no hurry
I have no place to go

I've set my sights on
Being content with what I have
I showered myself in rain

Because I hate taking baths
The trees look so calm
I think ones winking at me

Just taking a stroll
A bunny rabbit asks
"Do you remember me?"

Startled I was, but so intrigued
As a kid this bunny
Was given to me

I was in the fourth grade
My dad came home
The bunny was a present from him

I showered him in love
The bunny was given away
I hated that day
I'll walk at my own pace
Down memory lane