in-my-thinking:“old man’s lament”just who do youthink you are? she asked and throu
in-my-thinking:“old man’s lament”just who do youthink you are? she asked and through tired eyes he looked down at his hands leathered and aged resting upon a waist that was now an accomplished XLas he turned his eyes back upwardhe recalled his morning shave and the reflection he can’t say his reflection as it was not the him hehad come to know over the previous sixty plus years and as he slowly once more caught her disappointed eyehe paused momentarily before simply replying I have no idea————–Image - Old Man, MaraDamien, DeviantArt -- source link