A Piece of Monologue

As the rain patters outside, an old man talks to himself about birth, death, funerals, lamps, missing pictures and "loved ones" - a term he perpetually avoids using. As the rain patters outside, an old man talks to himself about birth, death, funerals, lamps, missing pictures and "loved ones" - a term he perpetually avoids using. As the rain patters outside, an old man talks to himself about birth, death, funerals, lamps, missing pictures and "loved ones" - a term he perpetually avoids using. As the rain patters outside, an old man talks to himself about birth, death, funerals, lamps, missing pictures and "loved ones" - a term he perpetually avoids using.