Each Step
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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“Eternally grateful for each and every step” – it’s an action I need to get better at doing. Instead of whining so much about all of the things going wrong with my body as I grow older, I need to change my mindset to being grateful for all of the things that aren’t (at least not yet!) wrong with my body. Thank you for inspiring me with your words! Love you!
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a wonderful ode to getting old! love the line “echoed footfalls of steps in Kodachrome”
Thanks Jim! The younger ones likely don’t get the reference.
perhaps not 🙂
Very well concluded poem…a beautiful poem I must add…because it is wise for us all to be eternally grateful for each and every step we are allowed to take in this world.
Thank you, my good friend!
You’re very welcome my friend!
This is a sweet piece full of gratitude for what we have experienced in our lives and what we have to be grateful for on each of those adventures. As I get older I pray I use that wisdom I have picked up to be more appreciate and grateful every single day. Great piece Brad. Hugs, Jonikens (notice I am spelling my sweet name different ways) Sending hugs Brad
Thank you, Joneekins! Much love to you!
Haha I love the new spelling even better. Joneekins! I was all knees when I was little – so thin. My nickname in elementary school was Joni bologna stick of macaroni! I bet even as a young boy you would not have ever called a girl a hurtful name. Too much of a gentleman. Big hugs and love coming your way. Also sending a truck of fire wood for your fireplace so it is cozy while you write. ❤️🤗🦋 love Joneekins.
Oh, I am sure in my youth I teased the young girls. How else to you get their attention? Thanks for all the love and support!
There is always something yo be grateful for. I love your outlook!
Thank you, my friend!
I absolutely love that last verse.
Thank you, Geoff! It must have been the “old bones” reference.
Sure, I wear my old bones with pride!