by director | Sep 30, 2014 | Writer's Station
An old man is sitting on a bench. Behind him a couple walks by and the woman, Because the old man’s clothes are a bit rumpled, His hair beneath his old cap needs a trim, and His shoes are scuffed, wants to give the man some money But her husband hurries her along. In...
by director | Sep 30, 2014 | Writer's Station
The old man sitting on the bench near the town square looked to his left as if expecting someone to walk down the empty street toward him at any minute. He seemed so engrossed in watching for that person’s arrival, I hesitated to go over and talk to him, but I had...
by director | Sep 30, 2014 | Writer's Station
It’s hell to get old. Here I sit on and old park bench watching the world pass me by. I always wanted to live to a ripe old age, but my dad told me be careful what you wish for, it may come true. Now here I sit at age 82 wishing I could just die. “Hey mister, I...
