A Father and his Son
Holding his hand
Walking slowly together
One step at a time
Knowing time is short
Just a memory, only steps away.
One tall and full, the other thin and feeble, in baggy pants, body withered and gaunt
The Son tanned and strong, yet worn by half of life, leads with his arm.
The Father pale, hunched over, trying to keep up, inches at a time.
Son looking forward, surrounded by life.
Father looking back, seeing the future
And knowing He will be at the beginning again soon.
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