BACK TO AN OLD PLACE AGAIN

Back to the old place again,

Where silent walls stare,

Like faces that have,

Since long forgotten my name.



Shadows emerge on the dust,

Like footprints of time,

Tiptoeing their way,

Like they must.



Oh that I had not been,

To be loved and remembered,

And then to be archived,

In this perishing hallmark of fame.




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