and so the old man dragged himself off his bed, he had been lying there for the past wk, not tt he cared, as it had been like tt for the past year... only on weekends would he take a walk ard his beautiful garden, smell the flowers, read the morning papers, have a hearty breakfast, take a lazy nap. And in the afternoons, he would drive himself out to enjoy the breeze, and take in the warm sunshine. As the day winds down and evening creeps upon him, he feels for an instant weary, but the cool moonlit sky and twinkle lights washes any fatigue away. The night was spent with friends, and his loved one, over red wine and crispy finger food. This too frittered away...

and the old man sighed and whispered to himself, "i wish i could retire soon and not need to work a single day anymore"