He walks with a limp, and bares a frown
As clouded eyes scan the ground
His hat cocked sideways upon his crown
At his feet strides his old hound
Tattered clothes cover his limbs
Holding out the cold that sticks him like pins
Face of lines etched deep with age
He walks along as if in a daze
Shoes with soles worn so thin
Hoping the miles of life to win
He is lost in time dear to his heart
His mind struggling not to part
Silver hair that reflects the sun
Turned with times that can't be undone
He hopes again, but all in vain
For the summer sun to put out the pain.
                                      By: Connie Hopkins