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The Bench

The elderly man who used to greet me with a soft smile, while sitting on the bench in front of his lawn, is no longer around!

 

The bench is still there, yet the elderly man had been replaced by his grim - faced grandson playing on his phone!

 

As I pass by the bench, I wonder what type of legacy the elderly man had left behind!

 

Hussein Dekmak

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hussein-dekmak
Published
Apr 17, 2021
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#setting#smile#bench#face#lawn#grandson
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