He’s a wonderful man.
One Mile Marker Shy of Eternity
It were an ancient man, upon an ancient road
who wandered towards a destination still unknown
Who listened to the song of time so sweet of tone
and oft rested from the weight of life’s heavy load
His face, lined with every day of his age and wear
dressed as simple and plain as any common man might
Plodding his ever onward way to a relief out of sight
and along the way he oft aided another out of simple care
A bent old man tired in so many, many ways
aching in every limb, his eyes growing ever dim
Yet on he goes and on he shuffles as if on a whim
wondering at the treasures of each passing day
Oh Ishmael, you journey on the long road of life
a traveler in a strange land, now grown so old
and you pass unseen into a distant subtle fold
far, oh so far beyond the echoes of human strife