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Old Brian was on the wrong side of ninety.
Alone but happy in his daily chores.
I met old Brian when helping with some jobs outdoors.
But he would never ask for it.

Old but not done
Alone but not unhappy
Self-reliant but happy to see a friendly face.
On the wrong side of ninety, but still young at heart.

Old Brian was proud.
Long retired. But not from life.
An engineer.
A son.
An uncle and a decent man.
I only knew old Brian for a short time.
And he was happy in his own skin.

Old but not done
Alone but not unhappy
Self-reliant but happy to see a friendly face.
On the wrong side of ninety but still young at heart.

Home life turned into care, away from home.
And with the end in sight, Old Brian was OK with it.
Visits still had smiles and laughter.
But they too would dim as the light within him faded.

Old but now done.
Not alone or unhappy
Content to meet friends on the other side.
On the wrong side of ninety and ready to call it a day.


Let’s call it a day.


Let’s call it a day.