As a sleepy sun disappears
behind a layer of candy clouds
a congregation of birds fly
into the distant greying sky
headed into the comfort
of their cosy nests
and in  melancholic darkness that descends
an arched figure appears
in a hazy by-lane
an abstract of life journey
hidden between wraps
of his wrinkled face
a travalogue of wisdom
in his baggy blood flecked eyes
but now his steps a little unsure
weakened by passing years
only companion he loves so
his walking stick
a living being in many ways
for the real people in his life
lost in the sands of time
he knows this friend
would stand by him always
till death do them apart