Asked the old man with weathered hands and bent back.
I...I...don't know...
His smile said that's okay as he nods his head and his eyes back this up.
I'm proud of my journey and with that he continued.
Passing people who never knew his name.
Jobs he never received a paycheck from.
A woman who never returned his love.
Kids who never called back.
Lefts that he made rights and rights that went straight.
On high and at peace at last.
The old man found rest.
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