They are
old, their days are over, everything they have known is gone, all the things
they could do, and now here they stand, scraping their feet against the ground,
letting the clock tick them closer to their first gulp, and then they’ll sit and drink until
their bodies calm down and will talk rubbish about everything being wonderful,
and when evening comes, they have to go home, and so they fall asleep early and
hope their dreams won`t be to bad, and then wake up the next as always.
Per
petterson in It`s fine by me Pp44