Each Step


His clothes carry the dust of a thousand years

As his walking stick taps out syncopated time

The old man peers down the road yet ahead

And in the distance, the hills for him to climb


The start of his journey, now so hard to recall

But the memories in millions made wandering

Are echoed footfalls of steps in Kodachrome

And direction of each he is left pondering


For with each step, he surely chose his way

Made choices that would bear forever fruit

He wonders what man he would have been

If better choices had born a different route


He knows there is less road that lies ahead

Than the well-traveled miles that lie behind

But every step to where his life has led

Such a wonderous moment enshrined


And though old bones do bid their pause

The journey not completed, just yet

He lifts his heavy pack and pushes on

Eternally grateful for each and every step


10 Responses to “Each Step”
  1. Great way to remind us that aging is a privilege not granted to everyone! Well, well written!

  2. sudrakarma says:

    That one hits me where I live, Brad. Thanks.

  3. Jim Borden says:

    beautiful words to express the journey of life…

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