The setting for today’s poem is a typical small village in France with its cobble-stone walkways.
The elderly gentleman and the unique lighting add the emotions needed to stir-up my literary desires. In my mind, a story unfolded and this poem evolved. . . . . . enjoy!
The man hobbles with trusty cane
Obviously in deep-felt-pain
Substance in left hand, support in his right
He struggles forward, with goal in sight
His frame shows the hardships felt
From the book-of-life he’s been dealt
Yet he walks with his head held high
An occasional eye raised to the sky
With heavenly strength raining down
He’s sure to make it across town
To an anxious family that’s awaiting
And a birthday they’ll be celebrating!
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