My Old Book

Here in my midst I find a friend From long ago A lovely book From way back when I was twenty-one Time has aged well This book and I Going round the sun Now here I sit Hold my old book With yellowed pages I gently turn Each well-done page Now shaded brown The years have passed For book and I As we journeyed together A book of verse As I observed Read through the years A sudden sadness Flings melancholy As time presides I hold in my hands The swirl of time In things earthly The book is called "On This Mountain" As aptness shows So many lines familiar Take form and speak To me sure memories This fifty-year old tome Wears a green look In fading book cover The feel is good The messages call In tinted mint Ever so often I Pick this book That takes me back then Yes times of old When knees were strong And fiery tempers flamed A token sum Of days now past Yet echoes cheery fond This old book knows The roads we took Beyond all books I gently hold And turn the page Feel time's passage Here on this mountain The days stretch far As the eyes can see Leon Enriquez 12 December 2014 Singapore