This old man in his eyes I see sadness.
A tear is at the corner. It is moist.
Then it sparkles. The skin crinkles.
He remembers he has loved.
He acknowledges he still loves.
Those he loved, he still loves.
With deep joy the memory
becomes the moment.
The memory touches the soul
Makes the breathing deeper.
The body is lighter. Flowing alive,
This old man, has gladness.
His eyes smile. He latches on
To this thought of love
Like some future fantasy.
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