The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty

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I decided my purpose.

 I would find time and sit beside him twisting the silver rod with my very own magic.

We would do it in the morning and every after class under a fine heaven. 

We would do it not to watch the world but to feel it, to hear it, to smell it. 

When, sometimes, Father Time was harsh on him, I would wait for him to come out there with his stick that guided his way. 

Right after putting off the coffee cup from his mouth, he'd slowly but sensibly start, " What's your story?"