Laser lights
darting sweaty bodies;
Arms stretched
with hands cupped
like receiving manna from
heaven;
Boys grinding
to the sound of house music;
Smoke shrouding
the dance floor;
Beer guzzling,
Bass shaking,
Heads nodding.
After seven months of absence,
I returned to Malate -
only to realize
that despite my renewed ability
to bend and stretch my body
in ways I
have never done for a very long time,
clubbing doesn't thrill me
like it used to be before.
I guess it's time to accept
the bitter truth that my youth has
already left.
For I, after so many daydreams
of reclaiming that great party experience
I had in my younger days
have now outgrown clubbing.
Tumatanda na talaga ako.
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