Today i met a dying man, he was grey and old,
weathered by the storms of time.
He told me of his life, 72 years...
summarised in 4 minutes of discussion.
At first i was frightened, scared at knowing he was facing the unknown,
that one day soon his flesh would retire, and his soul, be taken.
But as i looked closer at this old, grey, weathered man,
it became apparent to me...
His deep burning gaze, held within a passion for the life he had lived,
the happiness he had shared and the memories he will both leave and take away.
For a single moment, all became still and was understood.
