He sits,feeling the physical
Hands once callused now soft and scarred
Strong arms weakened, joints arthritic
The youthful drive throttled back by time

Body deteriorating, he retreats back into the mind
Sits on crossed shaky legs
Back aching
But despite body’s entropy, he smiles, satisfied

Each scar on those once callused hands a testament to his sacrifice
His willingness to pit muscle against stone
To set brick and build foundations
To fell trees and mill lumber
To build shelter for those caught up in the storm

The legacy he’s left behind
A reminder of a life well lived
He closes his eyes, smile widens
Reflecting on every fortunate moment granted
Every goal accomplished
Every heart touched
Every mind expanded
Every being loved

He sighs

The work in this realm finished,
Without saying goodbye,
He drifts back to Source
And begins to build again