现在父亲走路的样子
                                         佝偻着背
                                         像在寻找丢失的岁月   
                                         直不起来的腰
                                         肩与地面矮了许多
                                         像西斜的夕阳
                                         缓慢的步子
                                         有着鞋子磨地的声响
                                         父亲真的是老了
                                         我想起那年父亲背着我去赶集
                                         他身材高大，走起路来快如风
                                         如今不胜当年                 
                                                                   
                                         望我父亲走过的背影
                                         有一种熟悉的声音
                                         离我越来越近