In this memory you are a very young strong man.

Because that is how you see yourself.

Although your hair completely white.

Your hands that were once so steady, now tremble.

I look at you and see myself and Isaac. As if you are our future.

Strong willed, with world still at your command. You don't see yourself as the old man that you have become.

You are not ashamed of completely full head of snow white hair. But most times you wear a cap.

Your cane now holding you up.

I wish we had not wasted so much time getting to know each other.

Like two lions... Always at odds.

Staunch, stubborn, stupid male egos clashing.

Time hasn't ended... So there is no telling how much more will be accomplished.

White Headed©
Edwinbrown9®
9/2/14