I saw you walking towards your house’s sidewalk, bent down with age...
Your image of an old man worn out by time is fixed in my mind...
Perhaps your old body was too heavy for your soul to bear it...
At the end of your path through life, you let me know, unaware of it, what my final days would be like...
You were me, you were there ... now time has passed by and I believe you are not here any more.
You are not here “today” but the way I used to see you “yesterday” is what matters...
I can still remember your slow step and your humble old man image.
I was never able to tell you about my feelings. I may have seemed an insolent and crazy young man to you.
But... this humble writer finally fulfilled the promise made that day...
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