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Friday, January 30, 2015

The Old Man

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On the park bench sits an old man
 Who is aged, wrinkled and worn
And though surrounded by so many
He stays lonely and forlorn

He looks around at the people
So full of vigor and life
And remembers the one who’s no more
His beautiful beloved wife

Each evening he sits and turns with love 
The pages of his memory
And relives all the years he spent
With the one he loved and his family

A smile spreads across his face
As he remembers the laughter and love
And he knows that seeing him smile
His wife too will smile from above

So though his body is now fragile
And his feet are now unsteady
He smiles at all who look his way
And to share love he’s always ready

With patience and calm he sits
Living each day and every night
Knowing when his time is up
He will with his beloved unite

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