Ramble

This little, well, whatever you want to call it, was written on the back of an order ticket at a restaurant. As you'll see, I made use of the "ThankYou!" at the bottom.


Ramble

Ramblings of an old man well versed in senility and social rebellion are a slice of brilliance served best in a warm bowl.
Most see them as some sort of pointless exercises in morosity but genius is also not enjoyed by most.
That's okay.
Old men die quicker and are sooner remembered.
Most live on and are easily forgotten.
Wrinkles tell time as does the perfectly round pot belly of the old woman in the window.
She's mute.
But she still rambles -- with her hands, with her eyes, with her presence.
She tells the same story as the old man.
She is the old man.
They are the same ramble -- the same damn ramble that will never be silenced no matter how many times it's dismissed.

Thank You!
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