The aged man sits, contemplating eddies
That spiral at the river’s edge
His long beard cascading about his knees,
As he rests and reaches down
Juggling the stones about his toes.
He has been here before.
He will come here again
To sit, to think, to reflect
Upon younger days, decisions made,
Thoughts that have wandered through his mind
On cold days when he was busy
Challenging life to a duel.
But now, life nearly over for him,
His thoughts are on the next world
And what paths to travel once there.
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