On his way somewhere.
Joy of the early journey is past.
Leisure of the middle journey is spent.
Now we near the end.
How? How can life be nearly over?
So, before darkness settles in
And cold overtakes us on the road,
Let us relish one last bright day of warmth.
Blinded by blue and gold above,
Poignant in its lateness, its brilliance.
We smile at beauty this old,
At a belated traveler who pauses for
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