Joyful Vanguard

There was a time When lines were clear; A certain rhyme Was set to steer. Those were the days Of simply plain; A worthwhile stray On pleasure-pain. There was a gaze In sweetness sad; A simple craze In thoughts most glad. Those were the ways We stopped to look; Set in sure say In tinted book. There was a tale In crispy page; Thoughts we availed From stage to stage. Those days of glee Indulged in peace; Naive and free With joy and ease. There was a time Where mimics stooped; A square where mimes Dazzled and drooped. Those times have come And now are gone; Those rhymes that sum Loiter to taunt. Leon Enriquez 05 January 2015 Singapore