My trembling in silence was too loud for the deaf to hear me .
In sympathy, the deaf slapped me with gestures of chastise .
Free in debt, I passed them.
Groaning for directions to my destiny .
Puzzled on how to address him, there an old chap sat on a three legged stool , poorly shaved no doubt he used a nail cutter for his beard . He crafted his face in adjustment to the prickling morning sun rays. In front of him lay a heap of scruffy, disarrayed shoes that had all lost shape. True evidence of poverty pointing to all cardinals .
We raced to give our tongues , but sadly non of us heard the other, we...