An old man sitting on the stoop of his front porch.
I pass wondering what he is thinking. I said hello
and did not ask.
He looked up and simply nodded back at me, a
young man then. It took many years in passing.
That was a long time ago.
I have since come to that place, old and alone
and sitting on a stoop of my own. Men who grow
old are all pretty much the same. At last, I know.
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Chris Hanch 9-10-21
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