The Broken Old Man

Yet another fine production by Steemit's own,

@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself!

The Broken Old Man

This one tells the story of a guy I used to cross paths with in Edmonton on a daily basis.

I'd see him on the sidewalk, off in the distance, doing his rounds. Silver hair, always wore a red shirt, walked with a limp. Can't miss him.

He'd look inside every garbage can, take out any pop cans and bottles he'd find. He'd look for fast food restaurant packages with prize stamps still attached, and take those. He'd pick up every cigarette butt and place them in one of his shirt pockets, most likely saving them for later, when I or others weren't around to give him a cigarette when he asked.

One day I gave him close to a half pack of cigarettes. I didn't like the brand.

He started crying.

I'll never forget that. It was also the last time I ever saw him.

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