Photo Source: Unsplash The Old Man  He sits on a chair at  the pavement café  As he does every day,  On the table an espresso,  like him it is solo.  His shoes are dusty, his trousers are dirty.  His shirt as wrinkled  as his hands and face, A total disgrace. With patches on his jacket of some non-matching fabric Finding nothing to match it . His clothes like his life quite tragic.  He watches the cars go past  as he thinks of the past and where his life s gone and what has he done. No wife...