Friday morning on the 11th of April, the sun is slow to rise but the skies are clear the air is mild with a slight dampness this morning, Coffee is hot classical music is playing, the old man has struggled to sleep again, and in extreme pain this morning as the birds begin to wake up as traffic of the world gets moving, shuffling to the toilet struggling to sit aggravated crimson hemorrhoids clench as gas is all that passes at first squeeze, scrolling through the news feeds to more ominous news to start the day, filled with hunger but no food to eat, struggling with labored breath the old mans body has yet to awake, arms feeling like dead weight, a back out of place, knees and feet seem to find a new level of pain, the grass has been fresh cut from the day before glowing green in the early sun, hopeful morning ruined with the reality of constant pain, lack of sleep, gnawing lingering hunger, and the realization among billions of people, this old mans words, hopes and dreams will again fall upon deaf ears, as people drive by leading their busy lives, all with their own trials to tend to oblivious to the needs of this old man today, dogs barking roosters crowing, so much environmental noise yet his thoughts fill his head, if only some compassion and empathy could flow his way maybe he could eat even if for today, spring has sprung the indifference of the world says winters long nights are not even close to gone, darkness fills the void of life quickly snuffing out the hopes of a better life.

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