“I was never any good”

“I was never any good”,

said the old man,

over and over he repeated

those words, like a prayer.

Then, he made a long pause.

Was he trying to remember a song

he had listened many years ago?.

Was he having a moment of insight?,

I don’t know.

He was wearing clean clothes

and his face looked freshly shaven.

I don’t think he was homeless.

He looked so lonely and sad.

“But I always did my best”,

said the old fellow again,

and he walked away.

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