Greeting

Wind howling against his face.
Oh how he hates this place.
Full of thick and balmy air.
Wearing a cold blank stare.

Walking toward the fading sun.
The path he follows is the only one.
Sore shoulders start to sag.
Wipes his face with an old rag.

A new life ahead he hopes to begin.
But, as he approaches his hopes grows dim.
Hoping to see his love with fair hair.
But only a tombstone greets him there.