His Heart

Morning came this dreary day

As he struggled to arise

To some, this day would come and go

But today held no disguise.

Many years have come and gone

As days merge into one

The bitter taste… in forsaken prayer,

Still weigh with heavy tone.

With aging eyes, he takes to path

The same as years before…

Pausing briefly for a moment…

For some flowers she adores.

He walks in quiet solitude

No thoughts to cloud his mind

His journey is but, at an end

He makes the final climb.

Today his heart is full of joy

His life has been complete…

As he gently lays the flowers

Where his heart is laid in peace.

Antony King 2018