A Country for old Men br br I have been into town bought a paper and drank a beer, br in the café where the old men sit in the afternoon shade. br I feel more at ease here amongst other wrinklies. br On the other side of the road, near the pharmacy, br the big clock on the wall tells us it’s five and the temp is br 41 Celsius, but in the shade and with a breeze blowing br it feels fine. In a few years the big clock will tell us that br time is up, but others will come and take our place. br There is a vast pool of us in deaths ante room; we are br but tiny ants on a window pane so easily squashed by br a child’s thumb. I sit in the shed, see how cigarette smoke br spirals up and out before dissipating in still hot air, and br thought of the silent sighs I heard when a beautiful girl br walked past our café. We shall never possess anything br as lovely again.