memories

Once they asked me what I used to be.

I looked at them and show them the mark on my knee and I told them that was what I used to be, a naughty child.

Once they asked me what I will be.

I looked at them and show them an old man talking to some kids. I told them that was what I will become, a wise old man.

Once they asked me what I was.

I looked at them and show them a cellar. I told them that was what I was, my cellar.