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Youth, having deserted them long ago,
They had little to look for in life
Than making the remaining days joyful
So the octogenarians- Tom and Sam
Together formed an intimate league

Every day, they would, without fail
Meet at the country park in the evenings
A ritual, they had religiously followed
And enjoyed more than anything else
There they would sit … chatting for hours
Sometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocks
Or watching the children’s mirthful play
Or feasting on the beauty of the setting sun

One day Tom didn’t show up as before
Sam conjectured, he was unwell
As days passed with no news of him
Sam felt anxious and lonelier than before
But having no means to contact him
And not knowing where he lived
He suppressed his commotion inside

As time moved on in its grinding wheel, 
Sam slowly grew reconciled to the fact 
That he had lost a bosom friend
Whom he would never again see

But one day as a bolt from the blue
Tom made his appearance at the park
So excited was Sam on seeing his friend
He asked what had happened to him
Tom replied calmly- “I had been in jail”

“Jail – What in the world for”??
Sam couldn’t hide his shock n’ wonder

“Well”- Tom asked “Don’t you remember
That cute little waitress at the coffee shop
Where sometimes together we would go”?
Rummaging his memory, Sam dug out her face.

“Once having grown a little amorous
I had flirted with her for a little while
But she filed a rape charge against me!

At eighty nine, I felt so proud 
That when I got into the court
I pleaded guilty, and that damn judge
Gave me 30 days of imprisonment…. for…… PERJURY”!

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