pebrero 20

after i fetch her to her house...
there in the jeepney, my unfortunate
way back home...
my neighbor who always go in
our house and an old woman..
i don't know how to describe that
old woman..
when the old woman called for
"para"..
i think the driver didn't recognize
the call of the old woman...
the old woman sweep on the driveway..
i immediately go down and help
her up...
i don't know why did the old woman
acclaimed that she had the wrong doing
and she said that the floor was steep..
i don't know whether to be angered by
the action of the old woman or in the
unrespectful trait of the driver by the
old woman..
i can't react angrily on the driver nor
in the old woman...
but inside me i want to fight for
the old woman..
why did the driver didn't help her up?
why did he react so angrily?
why is his trait isn't good at that point?
at that night i felt sorry for my self..
at that night i felt sorry for the old woman..
at that night i want to free myself..
i want bring back time and fight for the old
woman..
the moving finger writes on..writ..
i cannot bring back time..
maybe at this point i've learned
something important in life..
the old woman...
the driver...
and i...