His story I know naught,
but alas I have a thought.
Quite old and gray,
he wandered this way,
and tossed up the boots he’d bought.

Too many trails conquered to count,
I don’t dare to guess the amount.
A hiker of legend he’d been,
he was on the final trail when,
the man found he couldn’t surmount.

Staring up at his boots on the limb,
he flashed a gap-toothed grin.
“Let it be a sign for those who hike,
those that love nature, we’re all alike.
but there’s some trails we just can’t win.”