shadows settle into the cracks of his well-worn face,
cast by the golden rays as the sun settles down for the night.
his bones groan from the weight of a lifetime,
a culmination of every little moment he has experienced.
he hobbles out of the driver's side of his rusted pick-up,
a relic still standing from a different time,
much like he is.
he lovingly pats the hood of his truck,
turning over the dust-covered memories of his golden days.
a bittersweet smile etches its way across his face,
as he moseys down the dirt path eroded by the footsteps of many.
he pauses at the foot of his porch steps,
runs a hand along the weathered wood,
and glances back at the sun setting on him.
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The Seasonal State of Life
PoetryA collection of poems written about life and its many seasons.
