Better days

I’d only known him since he came out of prison … he served three years for theft from vending machines. Now he’s in a rooming house with other men in the same fix … no job and no future, only a few food stamps to get by on. He told me, “I don’t recollect anything in my old life I’d go back to. I’m starting life over again. Every day, rain or shine, I go someplace nice, somewhere quiet where I can be alone and sit and think and just be … somewhere I can begin to believe that better days will come.”