Worthy of Emulation

I see him each morning 
Elderly, seemingly infirm... 
Yet doing his best 
To help others. 
Seeing me tending my flowers, 
He smiles...waves... 
Making me feel better. 
He gets into his van 
And drives off 
On his chosen rounds, 
Leaving a wake of goodwill; 
Coupled with my admiration 
For someone forsaking 
A well-earned life of ease 
For a life of continued usefulness.