Old Man and I
A couple of years after I retired and settled in my flat, once an old man visited me. That was almost one score and five years ago. I - Who are you? Old Man - I'm an old man. You may say, "The" Old Man. I - I can see that. But what do you want? Why the "The"? OM - I'm here to stay with you. Specifically for you. Hence the definite article. I - Hey, how's that? How do you just walk in and say that? OM - That's how it is. I - What do you mean? OM - Oh. I don't need any special invitation, space or comfort. I'll live in your body. No issue. I - Is that so? It's funny! OM - That's how it is. But it's not funny. I mean, it's no joke. I - What’s the idea? You want to make me an old man like you? OM - Yes, of course. Now you get it. That's the law of nature, isn't it? You have to change. You have to be old. I – Oh, yea? How do you intend it? OM - Slowly, one by one. No Hurry. You are luc