Tombstones © 2008
written by Glen Yumang Manese
a.k.a. Filipino American Dream

Promise me, when were old and gray that we meet for once on this Earth.
Not to recall the regrets, but to sit down and listen to one another.
When all the roads have been crossed to a city called Rome.
An intersection we will no longer have to yield right of way.
Walking down a one way street together in a city with no name.
Paying no attention to vendors, passer buyers, and the smells of city slickers.
No admiration to the skyscrapers above our heads and the airplanes hovering by.
Turning the clock of time and finally sit down to a cup of joe.
In a place not franchised by Starbucks, but a classical rundown café.
When men and women use to dress for the occasion no matter the location.
Times are a changing, a Bob Dylan song playing in the background.
Looking into your eyes and mine is something of a history.
Though we’ve never met, until today.
Seems like forever, but time is still ticking away our memories.
What could of been?
What should of been?
Sets into place this moment in time to be our own.
Never too late to listen, staring down on our tombstones.

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