Photo credit: The Vancouver Sun
BALL – THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
I remember the old man in the park,
Watching our football games back in the day.
His lace-curtained eyes would fashion a spark
Whenever our ball deflected his way.
But sadness would soon return to those eyes;
Remembering what he could no longer be.
So he’d gently tap it back to us boys.
And now the old man in the park is me.
© gray lightfoot
