Acceptance
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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