In this memory you are a very young, strong man. Now your hair is completely white. Your hands that were once so steady, now tremble.
I look at you and still I see myself and Isaac, as if you are our future. Strong willed, with the world at your command. You don't see yourself as the old man you have become. You still think of yourself as a young man. Your cane now holding you up.
You are not ashamed of your still full head of snow white hair, yet you keep a ball cap on at all times.
I wish we hadn't 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 for us, so there is no telling how much more will be accomplished.

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  By EdwinBrown9®™
               9/2/14