Description of a passionate man!

Sky was the limit, said the man.
He walked with his stick,
He was old yet his eyes in a jam,
To not yet stop the lightened wick;
of knowledge and travel,
he had in stored joys to ravel;
to spot a sunrise, he woke up early,
to match the streams, he hurried;
to reach to the sands, to be himself,
he did expand, his heartiest tones;
that let him dive in the seas of dreams,
likewise, he had a shot to steal the eyes,
of the youth of his city, ravished as him,
to nurture the beauty of a game, they played;
the luster of their grace to run, to swim,
passion was it called, all that inlaid.

He was old from his body,
but his mind was young;
his spirits did enchant,
glory in the happiness
of every moment, that was tight;
that would be rigid, but to him;
it was his life, to walk and swing,
in the shades of sportsmanship,
and passion for life. That was all,
that remained in him, to live for,
and enamel his life of gold,
with the feeling of being bold,
in through all the times,
he wanted to follow his newer goals.

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