Monday, December 12, 2016



Reality of age
Soaks in soul
Like gently rain drops
On dry soil

Accepting reality
Clears the heart
Like air cleanses
With moist air

He walks
With a cane now
No longer fighting
Body's limitation

He sits
Dozes off
Awake hours in night
Time to be alive

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-288B)

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