Allow Me.

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Allow Me.

 

 

 

I can see you wondering why this title, what is it that you should allow me. Why should you allow me to do anything? You do not know me, you have never met me and there is no possible way for me to get to know you; so why Allow Me.

 

 

 

I will try to explain what I mean by using this title, Will you allow me to invade your privacy with these little stories that I write. Will you allow me to tell you about my life such as it is.

 

 

 

Will you allow me to take up your precious valued time, me a stranger that will never ever get to see or even know you at least not in this life perhaps in the next? It is possible that you having read so far might dismiss this as nonsense and look for something else, something more to your taste.

 

 

 

It would be a pity it has taken me so much time and thought to write this what I have so far written. You will though; not be embarrassed by the tears that run down my cheeks. You are not to be witness to such an event which would perhaps make you feel guilty at reading further to see how I finish this.

 

 

 

Why write in the first place? No one but no one is compelling me to write, it is really my keeping in touch with the world the only way I know. Age and the lack of energy have stopped me from visiting places around the world.

 

 

 

No I am not lonely just a fear that I might forget how to use the keyboard on my computer. How to put one word after the other so that they make sense to any one reading what I have written; I too must admit that my forgetfulness is increasing as the days go by.

 

 

 

Does my Title now make any sense to you? Have you read this far without deleting what I have struggled to write? Will you allow me in the future to write my little stories? I am not asking you to read every little thing that comes from my computer.

 

 

 

Bear with me an elderly man that has so much to say and I fear so little time to say it in. My next little story I promise will bean adventure or even a Fairy Tale there are so many ideas running around in what is left of my brain that I fear, I must ask once again will you; will you allow me?

 

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