Hey Mister

The scene is a commuter station.  The speaker is an old man.

Hey Mister, do you want to see my pictures?

Oh, here's your train.  No, I won't be getting on.
I used to go down every day like you.
I went down last week, but so much has changed.
Do you know my job wasn't there any more.

The other people don't speak except as echoed.

Oh, have you seen these before?
Well, I have a lot more - maybe in this pocket.
Only a few fit in my wallet, but some of these are nice.
Oh, look, here's one of Jane standing on a boat -
Perhaps in London or in Rome.  Well, no matter.

When did she die? It was one . . . two . . . I believe Reagan was president.
Or was it Nixon?  Well, no matter.

I like the baby pictures best, they're all mine you know
Except the grandchildren, which ones are they?
It really gets so hard to keep them straight.

Some of them have animals.  Here's Mary with a dog.  I loved that dog.
I wonder where she is now.  Oh, well, no matter.  You didn't know her anyway.

You know I have six daughters.  Three are quite small and three are grown.
This fine young lady is Ruth.  No, that'ss not right.  Ruth is a baby.
I never see the babies any more.  I wonder where they are.

I don't like all these changes - why can't things stay the same?

Oh, yes, of course, I understand.
You have to catch your train.
Give my regards to Helen.  What?  That's not her name?  Well, no matter.

Hey, Mister, do you want to see my pictures?