Heroic Steps
A humbling observation.
He stumbled so unexpectedly out of the barely open elevator doors that I nearly strode right into him.
I stopped. Just. Unnoticed by him.
And I watched this thin, be-sticked cardigan of a man shuffle and slipper along.
He was ill, gravely. A dead man huffing;
yet, with each and every heavy step of his enfeebled gait
he moved with grit and guts;
the soldier surviving.
And I beheld the dauntless, indomitable fortitude of heroic steps.
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