The heart of the paper man

He is an ordinary old man, with white hair and a loving heart.  Well known as the paper man in the township. He would go around the township delivering the old newspapers to his friend, in exchange for a cup of rooibos tea, and few jokes. He had his own unique knock, “I’m the news, if you don’t open the door I’m passing”.  Most people loved him, more especially retired old ladies. Oh! Madam, may I find comfort in your comfortable home, I promise I will not bother you nor spoil your day. I just want to put my “bum” to rest. Collecting newspapers is not an easy job, it is so tiring. My throat is dry, like a hot dry summer. I would love to have some rooibos tea that is specially made by you for me, only me my lady. After having the tea he would move to the next, and then the next house, until the sun set. One day he went to this other lady’s house, unfortunately the old lady was not there, he found her beautiful girl. The paper man’s heart was skipped a bit, “I have never seen such beauty in my life. Lady what can the paper man do for you”. The lady replied. I do not have interest in the old newspapers. I love magazines. The paper man runs out of the house to go look for old magazines. After some few minutes he returned with the bundle of old magazine. Sadly he found the beautiful lady with her husband discussing their wedding. The paper man was so sad; he walked down the street singing a sad love song.