The Call From Father

He looked out of his window, chuckling at the thought of tomorrow while pondering the past. A smile crossed his face, but soon he felt teary-eyed; it was a slow laugh followed by a cry that was fast. He coyly glanced at his tattered hands, Reflecting on a time filled with many tilled lands. Gently he raised his hands to touch the lines above his graying brow. After a deep inhale, there was a long exhale that followed. Precious memories that rest in distant corners of his mind Then there was a whisper; he heard a noble whisper from Father Time.