Farewell

Two lions, carved of stone are lounging at the entrance. Thus overseeing life as it unfolds that early morning bare of promise. He leaves, his alligator briefcase chained next to a rolex thus completing his attire. Brushed silver temples framing tiny renal vein and facial features of a man in noble thought. And as he purrs onto the treelined avenue he does not glimpse the farewell wave behind blue drapes. Two kings of jungle stay behind and guard his past not understanding why there cannot be a future.