The Last Walk
The shouting thunder may regards him not,
His elderly ears are not made for shouts,
He recognise the nature's deepness,
And walk in shadow, selfless,
The pain of his long journey seems,
In his eyes which forget to dream,
The hardly seen expression, made of tears,
And the stable legs, shows how to face fears,
How calm , peaceful their dwelling place,
Not changed by the life's pace,
A place which is very dark and hollow,
He walks in shadow to make it glow,
He walks to fulfill his last duty,
And going to sleep and experience true nature's beauty.
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