Routine

He sits alone, with his best friend, at the bottom of the steps;

resting from the long descent to the beach.

His dog is as old as he is when divided by seven;

Together they share this walk each day…

Stopping to sit under the giant fir tree.

its crooked trunk leans away from the ocean’s wind;

Providing shade and comfort for many a climber.

His dear old friend patiently waits for his master;

Realizing it will only be a few short years left

For both of them to share this  beautiful spot.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth