BlueAutumnMist

 There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park. A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark. Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway. And if you ask him why, this is what he will say: “I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face. I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace. I have love so plenty, and stories to share. And I live my life without a worry or care.” His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life. Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife. His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey. But if you ask him, this is what he will say: “I have seen my share of wonders