Me Tomorrow


Me Tomorrow.
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There's this old man who walks past our house most days, he must be in his late seventy's, he always has time for everyone, and everyone always has time for him. His face looks like its enjoyed life, it doesn't look young for it's age, but it does look like it could tell a thousand tales. He wears this cap and earthy looking clothing, a Topol of Yorkshire, I would guess he was born and bred around these parts, a local elder, and meets his friends in the local pub everyday. I don't know anything about him so these are just my observations and I could be totally wrong, but I did think if what I observed were true, then that's my kind of old age.