The Sad Man

He sat in his chair by his window all his life
And every time anyone past his house
They'd see him
Not looking out the window
But across the room to his television

Little constants give everyone's life some solidarity
Some people like routine
So when that sad old man disappeared one day
Without speaking a word to anyone as long as he was there
We all mourned him
In our own little ways.

The End

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