The Old Man Poem by Brad Evans

My journey

he said

will take me
to all the places
I once shared.

It was summer...

And looking out the window behind me,
where I worked,
I'd only just thought
of how fine the day actually was
before he arrived

and so I helped him
to find

what he was looking for.

There were maps and some guides he needed
before I watched him leave...

he was an old man
like so many,

but this old man
was preparing himself

for a slow, final journey -

A journey to all the places
he had once shared

with her.