I've watched him
quietly slip into
his seventh decade.
By his choice, there is
no fanfare,
no celebrating,
no recognition of
the path on which
he finds himself.
His coal-black hair
replaced with handsome gray,
his once-bouncing step, now more a shuffle --
I notice a subtle stoop in his shoulders.
Always mindful of his
numbered breaths,
he attempts to escape
his date with death
by filling each waking
moment with aimless activity.
My heart weeps for him.death
I am a 66-year young Christian writer whose desire is to make a positive difference in people's lives through my writing. My purpose is to show people the love of Jesus Christ. I have four wonderful children (two natural/two step) and seven beautiful grandchildren.
