Calloused

Sunken eyes look down toward
An old pair of dusty feet
Worn from years of pain

Rusty hands protest
As they pick up a
 shovel
In the blistering winter air

Exhausted from busy dreams
An old man plans
Endless hours resting
In that
Original wooden box

Arms folded
Feet propped

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