stretch the back, it is sore, it aches. The night has frozen it, it is rigid. And getting up is sore. And moving to the bathroom slow, count every step.
Like an old man.
Sixty three is old enough for a sore back, on the cool morning of what will turn into a hot summer day, and still a few years too young to act like an ancient. Who wants to do that anyhow?
Get up, turn on the coffee maker, go to the sitting room, look out into the alley below. A young couple in earnest conversation walk down the road. The young woman in tight black trousers, the man in shorts. A sleek figure and a rugged pair of legs. They walk of down the street, the man is talking more than the woman.
There is a sound of footsteps from up the alley, and a rattling sound. A young man is running, dressed in shorts an a loose tee shirt, pushing a sports perambulator in front of him. As he passes below, see that there is a very young child in the perambulator, maybe a few months at the most. It is being shaken nicely, on account of the rough cobbled surface of the alley.
Holiday time, the day starts with a cup of coffee at home, with the family sleeping.
Like an old man.
Sixty three is old enough for a sore back, on the cool morning of what will turn into a hot summer day, and still a few years too young to act like an ancient. Who wants to do that anyhow?
Get up, turn on the coffee maker, go to the sitting room, look out into the alley below. A young couple in earnest conversation walk down the road. The young woman in tight black trousers, the man in shorts. A sleek figure and a rugged pair of legs. They walk of down the street, the man is talking more than the woman.
There is a sound of footsteps from up the alley, and a rattling sound. A young man is running, dressed in shorts an a loose tee shirt, pushing a sports perambulator in front of him. As he passes below, see that there is a very young child in the perambulator, maybe a few months at the most. It is being shaken nicely, on account of the rough cobbled surface of the alley.
Holiday time, the day starts with a cup of coffee at home, with the family sleeping.
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