For the past couple of weeks, I have had the privilege to talk to an older man every morning at 9:30 AM. Andy is extremely learned, And very pleasant to speak to. Our conversations are honestly about everything, and nothing. From how our days have been to what The meaning of God is. The time goes so quick when speaking to him. By 11:30 AM I personally have to go to my room to catch a quick nap for my class or I run the risk of falling asleep in class and missing vital information. Nonetheless he is sweet and understands that college life isn't easy. Everytime I have to run, It always ends with "thank you" from both sides. We part ways, and oh man I can't wait for next Wednesday. Hopefully I have enough sleep so I can stay longer.
This is not really a poem. Sorry. It's more of an account.