So alone at home. Ancient folks, old jokes in the park till dark. Checkers games feel sane. Antagonize, criticize, because they're wise. Twilight brings the night. Wave goodbye, tell the lie, ...Look forward to tomorrow... At home alone again.
Reason for writing:
Walking through the park, spotted these gentlemen playing checkers...hours later, again walked back through the park and they were still there. Wondered if that's how their life was...
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