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The Old Man
by
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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