Today
By E.S. Wynn
The dance of the old man is one of worry and fret. He does not see each moment as it slips through his fingers like silken water. He stares starving at tomorrow, not realizing all the while that he is wasting today.
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E.S. Wynn has been the old man.
By E.S. Wynn
The dance of the old man is one of worry and fret. He does not see each moment as it slips through his fingers like silken water. He stares starving at tomorrow, not realizing all the while that he is wasting today.
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E.S. Wynn has been the old man.
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