Good Old Times

Notice the way of space and time Ebb and flow sway like edgy rhymes. Notice the thought that hurls away Each play and plot comes just to stray Notice the strains of song and dance Each a complaint that freaks with chance. Notice the lines blank and unrhymed Straight and aligned to bleed new time Notice the words of music rhymes Curls and curves heard in surreal chimes Notice the feel when fond writes come The true heart heals with fest that sums Notice the place of time and space Wear a warm face as feelings trace Notice the end just as you start Our mortal trend comes part by part. Leon Enriquez 03 August 2014 Singapore