The walk to the desk of destiny slower these days
He lowers his fragile body upon his favorite chair
A body that once muscled its way around
Now tasked to make its way
Aged eye wear of choice has seen better days
The frame old and bent as he
Innocence gone by nearing oblivion
Many roads traveled, few sparking life
Alone in thought, he scribes another day of then
Some brief as aging had its way, fleeting memories
Alone was not the plan, but it came naturally
He rekindles the past
A young man stirring on the inside
Memories shy of today, yet driven
Driven to leave his mark on paper for someone to read
The legacy of a younger man, exhausting trails of the old
and as he pens away thoughts, the shade of life draws his to a close
An older man, that knew of younger days