With ev’ry fiber his body is tense,
A silent request to forget the cold.
Aware his passive needs wish no offense,
Spiritual reckonings react bold.
Haunting memories; Nature’s innocent
Reality might always knock on doors,
Holding keys allowed while only recent
Lessons may describe pathways he abhors.
When suddenly life has many years now
Traveled beyond that hour of settled doom.
Now might the passerby recall, just how,
That fleeting failure could perhaps mushroom?
Remember each trail, forever recall
Life reaps beauty within each time we fall