I saw an old man, standing in the sand, with cane in hand, staring out at the horizon,
I asked of him what his thoughts were about,
He stared at me with a sigh and a smile.
I’m one hundred and three as i look to the sea,
I’ve outlived my wife and family.
I’ve had a life, seen many wonderful things,
Now an old man, old as the trees.
I say old man! what is it like to be one hundred and three,?
I don’t know, I only know what it’s like to be me.
I asked of him, would you wish to again be a child,?
He replied, my only wish is to again see my wife’s smile.
I asked to him an old man, What’s the greatest thing you have done in such a lifetime,?
His words to me were this, I married a beautiful wife, I walked with her in the sand,
I saw her smile, and now here i stand.
Keith Garrett
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The old man life was actually his wife 🙂
yes i did like it very much
Beautifully worded and a moving message.
Wow! Really nice, liked the movement of the story!
how contented the old man is. Or I could be?
Beautiful! Just wanted to stop in and say thank you for visiting The Brass Rag, but I saw your work and had to say, ” beautiful.” Come back and see us again soon.
So beautiful and simple. Bet the old man wishes he’d gone first.
This is very touching…beautifully written
Wow, this is beautiful!
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There is one recompense for being very old – no peer pressure.
Thanks for reading
SWEEET !
Thanks a lot
Beautiful!
so touching thank you…