A Letter to Death by Alpabeto
A Letter to Death by Alpabeto
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oh, grim reaper,
without your scythe, may you answer
the mystery about souls in their wake that I wonder.
do they realize they are of no life in a day? or three?
when they do, do they request? or do they plea?
do they gaze at their body lying on the casket?
are they weeping like everyone else,
or do emotions also vanish like the other senses?
are they sitting among the mourners?
among the coffee drinkers? or with gamblers?
on the burial day,
do they march with the living and listen to dirges that play?
bid farewell to bereaved people, and in their grave,
they stay still until the forieth comes for you to scythe the hay?
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Who is Alpabeto?
Who is Alpabeto?
On the far-flung islet is where the devotedness of Alpabeto to educating and reading is fostered. She determinedly journeyed farther from her lovely home to chase her childhood dreams. It is still vivid how she snuck pieces of used chalk from school to scrape every bit of it on scrap plywood - that was her little world of teaching that brought her finally to a very surreal day.
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