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The old man set on the hilltop
Remembering the days of his youth
Life was so much simpler then
And God's word was the honest truth

In his heart he saw himself
As a young and happy man
Running through a field of flowers
holding his sweetheart's hand

They tumbled to the ground
And he stole a kiss or two
He felt her breath in his ear
As she whispered, "I Love You."

That lovely girl, a few months later
Became his loving wife
He always said that day at the altar
Was the happiest day of his life

Their years of marriage weren't easy
But for the most part life was good
Troubles always passed quickly
As she always said they would

But the troubles were here to stay
At least that is how it seems
He buried her last Sunday
With all his hopes and dreams

His mind drifted to the present
A tear ran down his cheek
His memories are so strong
But his body was frail and weak

The field of his youth are gone
Replaced with steel and concrete
But the flowers in his mind
Still filled the air with a scent so sweet

He sat for a moment longer
Then rose like a king from his throne
He walked down from the hilltop
To face the world alone

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