As the golden sun rose the sky had a peachy glow, the birds where chirping a warm southern breeze was blowing, off into space the old man was drifting in thought, another sleepless night, another morning of stiffness and pain, shuffling to start the coffee classical music was already playing, fingers feeling swollen from a life of strain, allergies causing rapid sneezing, trying to think, trying to focus, a mind to weary and foggy to see, time has not been kind, a bloated belly with rumblings of hunger, no bread to toast to cereal to pour, no eggs to fry, to tired to cry, another day of suffering and pain, another moment to struggle through, to find the hope to hold now, is such a repetitive motion it lacks emotion, to see another day simply means nothing any more to me.

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