By Alan E. Losure
Loneliness was the worst part of his life now. The days were long but the nights even longer. If he was ever going to accomplish that which his inner voice had instructed him to do, that which he had planned to do some day, he needed to make up his mind and do it now. He had known many yesterdays and expected few tomorrows. Pausing briefly in order to compose his private thoughts, the old man began.