Walking Away Poem by T.J. Maloney

Yet another day,
back weak,
arms strong.
Ray of sun,
casts a disfigured shadow.
A simple man.
Breath in,
out.
Hands ace,
hands numb.
Arms strong,
wrists week.
Sun rays,
sneak between dark clouds.
Under his hat,
a sweaty mess.
Sweat dripped week hand,
Casts a shadow.

Yet another day,
again,
sore,
weak,
strong
but today the shadow,
of a sore,
weak,
strong man,
rests in white.

People,
friends,
family,
uncontrollable pain.
The shadow,
no longer watching.

I grasp his hand.
A soft callus,
of a ruff life.