Monday, November 29, 2010

Old man

The dark of the night blinded my eyes from the sight of the old homeless man. He was propped upon a bed made of garbage with a burning cigarette placed within his left hand. The sorrow on his face reminded me of the children’s faces watching the holocaust. He smelled like sour milk, a hopeless man waiting for his lucky day to arrive. That was the day I realized the meaning of life itself.

1 comment:

  1. Good humor and parallel structure in your college application. I like your opening sentence for the song analysis. Needs a creative conclusion too. The descriptive paragraph could have much more detail.
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