A billion lines

Vying to tell tales

Like road maps

A road, a mansion caving in on itself,
Once so full of dreams.

Steps that shuffle and drag,

Once filled with bounce and hope.

Creaking bones,

Once so well lubricated.
I look upon this ancient face

The gnarled hands 

Like twisted roots of a tree

Parched and patched 

Like a worn out mat

Eyes rheumy and sunken

Still as an ancient mango tree
A billion lines

All with a story to tell 

Words spoken

Words unspoken

With no emotions

I wonder
I wonder about the soul


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