Same play

The old man sat to a taste of brew
Tired he is thinking
thoughts creating play upon plays to acts of likes and dislikes
 
another day of laughter to the thinker went passed..
not i ...not i... no time too

The Ambulance sat to a park looking at
within as to this line

now i must stop
my quill has died
no one notice me
in my silence
again to a depth of death

Of no SHOW
He shouted within

as all emotions to another waiting as his patience denies when .....when?
...he question another hour waiting.