235 Uncle Moustache

While I was in Jerusalem I met an interesting man called “Uncle Mustache” who owned a restaurant in the Old City called “Uncle Mustache Cafe”. He had a couple of “slam books” at his restaurant that he would let anybody that wanted to write in them and some of the things people had written were very good, I think. I copied some of the guest’s writings that I liked into my logbook

Here is a poem that a girl from Canada wrote in his book:

“It is now, without meaning to offend,

time to leave.

See, the mirrors are steaming and before

we finally become ourselves,

we should part.

Go, give my love to who you once were and

tread lightly on the grass so as

not to disturb the sleeping buds.

My nights are no longer spent in remembering

and it is too late to be playing at

enjoyment.

Write to me when I have time to read and

don’t forget when I need to remember.

Tell your reflection that time is a strange

thing, and go…..(because I loved)”

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