Watching the world go by

I remember this fellow when he was a much younger man. He was a worker, never content to sit still, always had some project or other on the go, you know the type.

I've spoken to him a number of times over the years, rarely a complaint passed his lips. He was the type that saw the glass half full rather than half empty.

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The other day I saw him leaning on his railing and called up to him with a cheery hello and how you doing? "Oh good" he replied. "What you up to these days?" I said. With a smile and a twinkle in his eye he said "absolutely nothing, I've done my work and earned some peace, I'm just watching the world go by".