Four men sit in rocking chairs
whiling the hours away
with talk of the good ol' days:
of the corner gas station,
Christmas parties,
barn raisings,
Fourth of July parades,
and snows six feet deep
with smiles animating
faces deeply creased
and knobby, freckled fingers
slapping wooden chair arms
as hearty laughter fills the air.
Then the conversation turns
to old ones passing and new ones coming,
and how the years have slipped by
in just a blink of the eye.
How a decade passes with every sunset
and how the end creeps up so quietly -
but their eyes are full of joy, not fear
and they only shed happy tears -
deeply grateful for the gift of time.
Bronze trophy winner
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