Never Grow Old

On my way to work this morning, the bus stopped at Eastgardens. There was a cheery-looking old fellow of about seventy sitting on one of the benches waiting for his bus. While I watched, another man of about the same age snuck up behind the bench, on the right-hand side of the first guy, and reached across with his umbrella to tap him on his left shoulder. Just like my friends and I used to do to one another as kids. I hope I'm still as playful when I reach that age :-)