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An Old Man
I met a man of the yester years, I was moved by his speech and gentle tears, his words had a mystic wealth in them, his heart was clean and pure as a gem.
I met this man, not once not twice, his barren head knows his price, he spoke endlessly 'bout his success in life, nesting loneliness, his heart wept for his wife..
He boasted off his offsprings three, their memories were a feast in mind, I looked around but none could I find, not one from his growin' family tree..
His body wriggling weak and fragile, wrinkled further when he wore that smile, revealing of his teeth that left, eyes so wet, though he had'nt wept.
He just needed someone to hear, someone to care, someone dear, as he moved closer to his end, evident from his structural bend.
He knew the truths of death and life, as he'd bid farewell to his beloved wife, he was aware of his duty main, waiting for the time, all in pain...
Finally he spoke the words of a saint, said with lot of will and voice faint - "Earth is a beautiful place to live, It smiles at you, when happiness you give".
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