]My nostrils flared the stanch greeted me with a vengeance it was overwhelming as I approached the door
Yet, I was compelled by his demeanor as he opened the door.
94 years old
Working feverishly to steady his stance
Home and alone the lonely forgotten senior citizen
Thought you were social services, meals on wheels, the mail man, they are the only ones that ring my door bell
Ain’t got no children and the government bout to cut out my entitlement,You know I am a veteran of World II
Ashamed and sadly amused I am in a hurry, I did not know what to think say or do
Offering to come back and help fill up whatever time we have left my new friend a lonely senior citizen