I saw an old man walking
his shoulders softly drooping
the shuffle step
the weight of years
the questions never pausing
I gazed at him unseen
though rough his steps not stopping
from where he came
to where he goes
I knew I'd never know
Has time to him been kind
do memories haunt his way
of faces gone
what might have been
I mused on possibilities
He might have stayed indoors
decaying by the fire
yet on the eve
of death's new day
he chose to soldier on
Perhaps in hime I see
the path we all may tread
each day a chance
to venture forth
and see what lies ahead
