Marvelous Soul
Never want more than you need....
He was old before he got old,
A man hunched but straight.
He was youthful in his garden,
Always waiting by his gate.
A plethora of flowers lined a cleanly swept cobbled path,
Scattered patterns of uneaten seeds littered the small birdbath.
Being alone he had forgotten much, but remembered what he should,
To be a kind man, a marvelous soul, alone, but happy, living in his wood.
