Walking to town one day, i saw an old man sitting by the road.
In passing we gently nodded to one another and I continued on my way.
I was on my way to speak with the mayor, about the appropriation of my farm to build a highway.
This seemed wrong to me, as the land was passed down from generations ago.
Father to son, Father to son.

I arrived at city hall and found the mayor's office, in which I was greeted by a secretary.
She said the mayor was in an important meeting with a clergyman or official,
The exact conversation I do not recall. I made an appointment for the following day,
and made my way home with no certain haste.

As I left the city, there he was, the old man from before, solemnly observing the passers by.
I stopped to inquire and he knew my intentions, and so greeted me with a "Yes, how do you do?"
I asked the old man If he ever knew of an honest man, to which he replied he had never seen one,
as far as he knew, one never existed.

Then, to my surprise, he asked me a question.
"What is it like?", bemusing me, he clarified "To trust others?"
To this I had no answer, and struggled for quite some time,
but a reply eluded me.

I bid him farewell and thanked him for his time,
and made my way back home, to lay down for the night.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow I will be heard, of that I am sure.