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Theme: Aging

Old Friends

My friends and I are elderly men with protruding bellies, we drink whisky
in the evening and talk about the old days; and of friends that went before
us. We feel slightly envious of them, as we have yet a death to come.

The war in Afghanistan has lasted ten years and might last ten more years,
this makes us smile for we know wars are endless, like a bad back we have
to learn to live with. Little has changed in our lifetime, avarice and lust for
power, rule OK. In the bar we talk about football, a game of utter futility.

When we leave and see a beautiful girl walking past we don’t bother to turn
around for a second glance, what’s the point? When a friend dies, usually of
cancer or heart attack, we go to his funeral, drink whisky, shudder and talk
about  him, sport and the crazy world we live in.
  

30-Nov-2010

More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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