Lessons From A Dying Man

A dying man once told me all the secrets to living

He began by telling me a story

The ones we paint on our backs

Sculpted in our skins

This is how we begun the first lesson

No story birthed from a human can be told in one sitting

One night he pointed to the window and said

he would let the city

Sing me a song

Can you hear how the trees brush against each other?

Can you hear how the cars pretend to be ocean waves?

Lesson 2:

Can you hear the rest of the world sing a song even when you are not in the room?

On his final days

He rest both hands on his stomach

Closes his eyes

Inhales 98 years worth of words

Of wisdom

They have never been enough

Lesson 3

Once a dying man told me all the secrets to living

Well

not all of them.

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