Listening to his beard grow grey
An old man nods; at peace, among the roses
Where once he romped with youthful energy.
His time of romping has passed.
Now is the time for quiet contemplation of the verities
And for appreciation of contentment
While roses bloom in agreement.
The long/short journey of his life is closing. It matters not,
For in his life he accomplished a great deed.
He planted a rose;
A watchful guide for those who will come after him.