Hoping for Dignity

There’s an old man on a ancient footpath that I walk, every time I meet him he greets me with a smile and a, “Hallow nice to see you again!’

He has arthritis, his body is invaded with pain but, how his eyes shine, it’s as if he has access to a grand secret.
Good old man, time has taken him to the seas end, and yet he talks of ‘wonderful days!’ There is a thankfulness about him that has somehow seen him through the days and nights of aging. What a rare thing it is to be like him! How I wish that I may have that dignity when the evening of my years becomes night. One day the carousels of the worlds winding will make my veins run cold, and I will Fear, but I will remember that old man and pray the Almighty to give me dignity.

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