A summer sun sets the end of September,
on days most people will never remember.
An old man broken and bent,
kneels and ponders what his life has meant.

His cane helps him rise on crippled limbs,
as the setting sun begins to dim.
For him there are few tomorrows;
only Summer’s end and yesterday’s sorrows.

His days are often filled with pain.
As the sun goes down he stretches his cane
to walk along the Autumn trees
with withered limbs and falling leaves.

Eighty summers have long since past
and this final summer will be his last.
Yet he has no regrets as he walks this path.
Up toward Heaven his eyes are cast.

Things unseen and hoped for
is where he has placed his trust.
I ask…are we prepared as he
to walk along those autumn trees?