Wandering mind, narrative poetry
A precious find
The tired old man looks in the mirror, his walker within reach nearby
A somber look in his eye's
Seem to whisper a sorrowful goodby
A man with moral integrity and kindness, a devoted husband and a dear friend
A man with impeccable character, never complaining about his fraility
Fully aware his life is slowly waning closer to the bitter end
He worries about his wife, what will she do when he finally departs from this life?
He wonders if memories of good times will be enough to quell her loneliness
Hopefully she'll remember the joy of their abundant life
Then smiling having no doubt whatsoever in his wandering mind
Knowing she'll remember him kindly
Telling him numerous times, " You're one in a million and positively my most precious find. "
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