Stories of Old Men (100 Words)

I have become my grandfather; I have become an old man, if not entirely in spirit, certainly in body.

The value of old men, in part, is in the stories they tell; the problem is that we tell them over and over and over. After a while, people just quit listening.

The answer to the problem is for we old men to get our walkers and wheelchairs in gear and go out and make new stories. The difficulty is that it is hard to make new stories when you want to be home before dark. Heroes quests rarely keep daylight hours.

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Stories of Old Men (100 Words)

  1. PennyD says:

    I guess that’s why a lot of us oldies make new stories in our heads. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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