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The Old Man


Steve Quick

I saw the old man yesterday
While I was working in the hay

Standing there ramrod straight
Just outside the pasture gate

This time he looked tired and weary
An aura around him strange and eerie

I knew then the die was cast
This time would be our last

And for a fleeting moment in time
I felt our souls entwine

Past and present in one mind
We were alike. Two of a kind

Emotion swept my very soul
I had to hold on I couldn't let go

He raised his hand and I heard him say
My time is up. I must go today

Bitterness welled up inside
I held it back. I tried. I tried

He turned and smiled and waved goodbye
I knew he was gone on. I cried

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