Old Man

Its raining and its pouring and the old man he is snoring as the drinking that he did last night catches up at last.
Around him children crying, his wife inside is dying as she thinks about the life she led and how it’s in the past.
As she looks down at him sleeping, and her children as they’re weeping, a sigh escapes which gives away just how she feels inside.
She thinks about her happy life, the time before she was “the wife” before the happy carefree soul inside her slowly died.
Her boys are ages two and three, young and innocent and free, they think the world consists of only food and sleep and toys.
The daughter, six years old, still young, a thoughtful child with a fiery tongue, knows the most important thing is to look out for the boys.
The wife is getting bitter and she takes her children with her to a place within her very soul where she can feel alive.
Its here she contemplates her world, herself, her boys, her little girl, and wonders why she’s there at all a place she can’t survive.
Its raining and its pouring and the old man he is snoring as the drinking that he did last night catches up at last.
Around him no ones crying and it’s him inside who’s dying as he thinks about his family who haunt him from the past.

The End

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