Same Cup

See this old man sitting in the corner? He's wearing thick glasses, reading a huge newspaper. No news are new for him, though. He has seen too much in his life. He's learnt a lot. He's seen that history repeats, wounds heal and that people are just people. He's learnt that fish need clean water to survive and the black smoke of the factory chimneys is poisonous. In each of his wrinkles you see one lesson he has learnt. Hopes that have died and some that have remained. This old man sitting in the corner has so much to teach you, if you would just listen for a moment. There is not much left for him to do. 

See this young boy standing next to the door? He's wearing sunglasses and a fancy cap, folding his arms showing his muscles. 

Everything is new for him. He hasn't learnt yet. He doesn't know that everything repeats over and over again. He doesn't realise that wounds actually heal and people aren't always what they seem to be. He believes fish adapt and black smoke is just black smoke. In his sparkling eyes you see hope and so much conviction. His arms abound strength and his ears haven't learnt how to listen yet. This young boy standing next to the door has so much to learn. There is so much he wants to do. If he'd only put his sunglasses away.

See this middle-aged waiter carrying a tray loaded with cups and glasses? He brings the old man and the young boy the same cup of coffee.