you arrive at a place
where you become old
you see new houses in the corner
you pass by a group of kids
who do not know you anymore
you once lived here
you were born here
you can still even hear the laughter
of some friends
who are either dead or had moved to other places
you stop for a while at the spot where the old house of your papa
once stood
but it is not the same house anymore
the gate is locked and there a black dog that barks at you
you go the cemetery and offer flowers and light candles for relatives
and your mama
you say your prayers and then leave
slowly the memory fades
the sounds of the past sink into nowhere
somehow you are still grateful
that you have lived those years
and here comes the moment
when you no longer ask
what for? why? where to?
perhaps only the how remains
and that is how to have a graceful exit
where you will be remembered for your courage
where your honor is never tainted
but what for again? and where to?
i guess i must not ask anymore
all people in due time become an irrelevant answer.
even an outmoded epitaph
back to the anonymous.
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