Myriad footprints,
the path settles
in the aura of golden years,
hidden glow,
thorns softened,
they walk hand in hand
on the same ol’ road
treading over fallen leaves
whisper as if to pay homage
to their love and patience,
bitter-sweet of
yesterday echoes today
of joy and worries for
grandchildren, boredom
subdued in evening dreams,
smile more–revival.

by Byung A. Fallgren