USSJ4, I know you don't know me, but could you please give me a membership? If not, then thank you for reading this at all and taking it into consideration.
A man sits on a purch listening to the churping birds.
His eyes glance down to see the boy he once knew.
As he sits there, dreaming, he begins to think of days.
When life was bitter pain, and laughter never heard.
He stands up, proud, ready to begin a new.
And with a smile the boy fades, and that memory fades away.
