I had a meeting with Mr. Past this cold and lonely night.
He stood there with a pale face but with a big grin alight.
I took at seat at his dusty and moldy old table.
He picked up a old ragged book, the book of my life.
I turned the pages looked them over with a big glare.
He was sitting there viewing me crossing his hands.
I looked at all the happy moments and all the bad.
He said that ”It could have been much more sad.”
I closed the book rapidly with a hard hand.
His grin disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I said that i probably won’t come around much more.
He tried pushing the book in my face.
But I stood up and walked away in fast pace.
He yelled at me and screamed ”Remember my name.”
I answered, ”You are what made me what I am.
But I need to spend my time in the present.
So that i can make my self a future.”
söndag 25 maj 2008
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