Handwriting

Handwriting

I was sent a book used when I went to catering
college 60 years ago, I had signed it on a page inside.
What was remarkable was my handwriting 
which was a little shaky and insecure like a person 
who yet to come to grips with life and tries to
make himself invisible.
The book, about hygiene on ships and how much water
a person needed every day; the text was displayed on
The Facebook and they wanted to send it to me,
but I declined since I could remember every word in
 the book holds no sentimental value for me.
At best it was a meeting of the past I do not care
to remember as it only makes my old age sadder 
then it is.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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