A Kingly Sight

I watch him

that soul of a

once legend

who cared for others

with good deeds

through a heart of gold

everyone chimed-

now relegated to a

manual wheel

chair. Slow

so slowly he winds

his roll-along machine

climbs an

incline then another

grade of asphalt

brand. I remember back

when he ran like a

panther – sought others

with a mountain smile.

And I cry.