THE hour Of The Ghostly soul

I saw a ghost out on the land
By the light of day.
Holding out a guiding hand
With just one hour to stay.
I had no fear to walk with him
The quiet waters by;
As calmly traipsing, on a whim,
We talking, he and I.

We spoke of things, of this and that,
And every now and then
He'd smile a smile and raise his hat
When passing other men.
Though no one seemed to see his face
And no one seemed to care
No one saw him ~  not a trace  ~
No one saw him there.

As time passed by, we reached the gate,
The path its each way went.
And as the hour was ebbing late
Our time together spent.
He stared at me, I smiled at he,
My aged self loomed clear
To here and there the paths would be
As he went there, I here.