Aged ThoughtsAn old man sits ridgedly on acold park benchduring a warm midday afternoon;a small, shrunken man, not bothering others,but mumbling quietly to the ground,thinking to himself:"my eyes aren't what they used to be" hemumbles;but what had he seen with them back then?nothing,except the same place, same scenes, same friends;his eyes never experiencedanything but monotony;the old man closes his eyes andstretches his arthritic muscles;"my muscles aren't what they used to be"he bitterly complains to himself;but what did he use his muscles for?nothingexcept for the strainful work of hisjob;did he have anything
Final Act p. 1The old man sits in a silent peaceamidst the confusion and chaosof a people gone mad in panicrunning from Death,but Death is everywhere,and he is not afraid,for he has lived his lifeand is looking forward to freedomfrom his earthly restraintsand the evils man has created;he looks sympatheticallyinto the faces of childrenbewildered, not able tounderstand this final sin of man,a sin willingly enteredby men they were taught to trust,men they never knew,but men that had destroyed their futuresand experiences of Life;he once thought there was Hope for mankindbut now he knows there is nonefor the ultimate l
Hey, besides judging I'll also feature the winner (and some pics from their gallery) in a journal entry of the contest.
I was so afraid that with all the color that the "side look" would get missed.
Finally!