Love songs

     He didn't feel as old as his actual years and it made him wonder if others felt the same? He had made eighty-two journeys around the sun and lived a very full life. His wife's been away awhile now and the kids were all grown with kids of their own. His life was his and he spent it in ways he felt would do some good for others. On Fridays, he visited a nursing home not far from his house so he walked and along the way would tip his hat to passers-by smiling, and almost all smiled back. He dressed in what he liked mostly colorful shirts and a big red bow tie. He wore whats called “Spats” for shoes and his jacket held a carnation pinned to the lapel. A small man by stature he was a sight to behold for sure. He loved to sing, something he had been doing since he could remember. He sang to his wife, his children, and grandchildren and to himself. His library of songs was as large as his heart. Entering the nursing home he broke into a rendition of “Sweet Adeline” slowly walking down the long hallways stopping at every room to share a song and a smile. On most days he would spend a while longer at the rooms where no visitors were, asking the resident their favorite song. He knew it of course as he knew all the good ones. At the last room he sat down and smiled at the lady in the bed, her beautiful face returning the smile and whispering to him he had made her day with all those beautiful songs.’All for you my love” he replied just seconds before she didn’t know who he was anymore. He bent over her and softly kissed her and walked down the long hallway tipping his hat and smiling along the way.
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