The Randomness of Life Chapter 39~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya 5/1

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Prompted by: The Last Supper ~Rainer Maria Rilke

 

The loneliness of old comes over him

 

There are times that I wonder about Alexander Waverly. The man never sleeps, never misses a trick. He is always the sly one, clever in his plans and strategies.

He’s getting up there in years, and I hope that I’ll live long enough to be half the man he is.

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and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)

 

His is a name that strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies,  yet to look at him; he seems the kindest, most gentle spoken of men...a grandfatherly type.

Yet there are those who know that within beats the heart of a fierce lion waiting to quickly, unmercifully strike.

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everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.

 

He watches over us, his agents like a sentinel, and the weight, I know, of sometimes sending
people to an untimely death weighs heavily upon his shoulders.

I wonder, will I be able to fill those shoes someday?

Will I be deserving of the title, “The Old Man?"