Not me, I'm not lonesome. But sitting at a bus stop there is this little old man that we pass everyday on our way to work . He is always by himself, lunchpail and umbrella in hand. It makes me wonder where his family is. Is he going to work himself? And if so, why? I know there's an interesting story there and if we weren't in such a rush to start our day, we just might stop and chat.
I hope he is happy, that his life has been full and that he does have a family to go home to. And I really hope that the Christmas season has something wonderful in store for him.
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My sister, the people watcher. I do the same thing. Maybe one day you should go and talk to him and find out his story.
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