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“What’s in his head?” I wondered , as I stared at him . “What’s on his head?” I wondered as I stared at it from my seat, realizing he had partial alopecia. That one round, smooth, oily, bald spot Elderly, D rowning in his clothes with a color as brown as dust I could not tell if they were dirty or just brown His shoes had seen better days I observed his facial expression S eemed to me like he was in a dilemma as he paced in no certain manner Sane or insane, I could not tell… …till he spoke! His voice so fruity His accent so creamy, I could taste it He was courteous and full of wisdom An erudite too, I assumed, as I finally sighted his bag, books, papers and files a rranged neatly on a bench . He sipped tea at intervals from a transparent plastic bowl T he same ty pe my grandfather liked to use He wrote, what? Probably his will or a letter to his unborn great granddaughter. He seem ed to know it was his last days Reason he wore the color of the