Sighing Old Man

Although a withered tree possesses a charm of its own, aside from elegance, what should this old man do, because not even possess a taste of ordinary but he is the man of base, the incarnation of disgust. If wrinkled face covered with ugly age spots, clumsy shaking hands with swollen finger joints, mucus filled clogged throat with foul breath, arched stiff body with fetid body odor, are all for the aged, with what shall we distinguish the means of life. If the point where the word beauty no longer bears any meaning to an old man anymore is the place for him to roam stepping on the rays of the setting sun with remorse, he should, if not all the truth, at least sustain empty mind in his stiffening body, rather then spread bad breath in the air, that may be caused from the curse he made to the world, piles and piles of bad mouths he made to harm others, and ill wishes he made from envies toward neighbors with his small but destructive tongue, rotted and gives off the stinking odor? The offensive odor from the body may also be the same as of the foul breath, because it caused from contaminants polluting the body from taking a bath jumping into any water if he sees one on the roadside. If there is an easy way out or shortcut, did not give any consideration but, instantaneously, took this easy way. If he finds an empty space, not even a moment of thought, rushed to there, sat, laid and rolled over to enjoy the space of his own. Since wrong cannot last long he shouldn’t see, hear or speak anymore but leave the world without an apprehension of others. Nevertheless, what shall the old man do! Because life is a cycle of retribution and is the reason he is still breathing. And because he is breathing, he undergoes never-ending torture suffocated by his own body odor that became an intolerable reek, groaning for persisting pain twisting stiffened body, while he continues seeing, hearing and mumbling.