This Old Book*
Born before you
By Sixteen years
Tattered on the
Cover but
Full of Rare
Insights
Beyond its years
Like you.
quinquagenarian
On separate plains
We’ve walked these
Many years while
By my side
Your presence
Felt! A constant
Like the pull
Of True North.
A constant
Companion of
Spirit. Compadre
de una otra madre.
May the Journey
Be but halfway through >>
