A True Son
Still silence speaks in solemn grip;
Observe the mood of sadness here;
Note that high peak as death now trips.
Opt then sad brood a choice sincere;
Feed the gumption to move ahead.
Seed the vision to forge anew;
Indulge passion to face grave dread;
Niche sure action to earn fine dues;
Glimpse then the truth most pragmatic;
Align your heart and mind one whole;
Poise creates proof most dynamic;
Offer clear start with all your soul;
Rise to unfurl your cause and state;
Express and hurl decisive fate.
Leon Enriquez
26 March 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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