Years

Years have greyed the iris of his eyes
The light has been dimmed
Time has been a cruel friend

But life goes on no matter the cost
A lot given and built
Without regret, a battle to the end

So he walks, as tall as he can
A little stopped, a little bent
Passing time that was lent

Stoic Poetry

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