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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