He walks slowly these days
From so many steps in ninety plus years
Life has been full, adventuresome
Travels to many cultures, once to Japan
He still swims a few laps
Three times a week
The sun still shines on his face
The wind presses upon his shape
Shadows still follow him wherever he goes
It’s the moments with others, alone
That means so much to him
The days that slowly pass now
Are extensions that depict life’s masterpiece
One where words have touched paper
Left his lips a thousand times
Descriptions of life, towards a death
That eagerly awaits
But, the passion still persists
The love of his life still persists.