in simplicity, happiness is within reach. lovely write.

And what a beautiful story it is. That's probably why we find old men sitting in parks, watching people and reminiscing. I recall an old man once who came to Irv's Cafe every morning. Since he still had a wife he could have had breakfast with, he preferred to come by the cafe every day just to catch up on the gossip and let everyone know that he was still alive and full of the devil.

Ron

Yes, a poem tells a story.
Few do it as well as this one.
Thanks.

Delightful poetry, well done.

...and sooner or later he will go home to be with his family...e

Ah yeah, there are plenty of Old Man Potter's around trying to take up as little space as they can until the end.