The Old Man With the Distant Face The old man with a distant face sat down next to me. He said, “Young fella, be so kind to accept my company.” He said he learned about time and that his is almost up. “It’s got a hand around everyone and I’m not expecting luck.” Like a leaf in autumn, like a flake of snow, it picks you up, carries you along, and then lets you go. The old man with a distant face said all he can do is stare. Nobody will talk with him, like he’s the only one here. He said he learned about love and had some in his day. That damn hand of time wisked it all away. Like a leaf in autumn, like a flake of snow, it picks you up, carries you along, and then lets you go. The old man wth a distant face still had some fire in his eyes. He said, “Nobody thinks about living but everybody dies.” He said he learned about war. He fought in World War Two “Gone are the men with stories. It gets me so damn blue.” Like a leaf in autumn, like a flake of snow, it picks you up, carries you along, and then lets you go. The old man with a distant face struggled with what he said, like he couldn’t parse the signals coming from his head. He said, “Let me leave you something you won’t yet understand. Time doesn’t care about you but it’s got you clenched in its hand.” Like a leaf in autumn, like a flake of snow, it picks you up, carries you along, and then lets you go.
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