One random act
One old man,
sitting alone at a table for two
in the dimly lit restaraunt.
the waiter, unaware of the man's story asks
"what's the special occasion?'
the man looks up
and takes a deep breathe.
As his eyes slowly fill with tears of millions of memories,
he says "It would be my fifty-fourth wedding anniversary
if my wife was still alive"
the tears threaten to fall, but the man shoves them away.
He orders and waits.
sitting alone at a table for two.
then the bill comes and the waiter smiles
the couple that was sitting near the man
had heard his story
and decided to give him a gift.
they paid for his dinner before they left
the man sits shocked
unable to get the words out, he looks around for the couple
but they are already gone.
As the old man exits the restaraunt,
he smiles at the sky and nows
his wife is still looking out for
him.
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