#2457-Landmark
22/04/2024
In earlier times,
I often watched him,
Walking down the street,
With a baseball cap,
Head gently bent,
Cane in hand.
Now he’s moved on.
With only memories,
Gently drifting around.
Those moments are with me,
Wherever I go,
Especially past those trees,
Now leafless and grown.
Comments are closed here.