The older man seemed confused. I slowed, turned in my drive. I was just returning from the airport. He fell on the road too, And got a nasty **** to his left knee. Later, I learned he had onset of the dreaded D. This morning, I flew a plane, Then slipped right back into humanity From the mirth of azure skies.
Tip of the cap to McGee's "High Flight." Wonderful poem.
I think my writing is becoming more like texting. :0