Moderators Gregory Matthews Posted December 4, 2016 Moderators Posted December 4, 2016 Author: Phil Robertson The Old Man I entered the room looked to the right. An old man staring, his eyes locked on mine. An old man hair thin and gray blue eyes, set deep in a withered face. Eyes penetrating, into my very being. Such audacity, staring unblinking, staring. HIs face...a record of his many years. Experiences and stories to be told to grandkids. Stooped, he bears the weight of his years. Eyesight and memory both a bit fuzzy. Suddenly he smiles, from the mirror. Quote Gregory
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