The Old Man And His Garden

Written by: Watisungla Ao

The old man and his 
garden

I saw this old man time 
and time again,
I was a little child then;
He wakes up early in the 
morn,
Despite there is a rain 
storm;
No idea of having his tea,
Whilst i saw him with 
bended knee;
Picking up all the fallen 
leaves by his hand,
There is not even a 
single weed in his land;
Altogether but lovely 
flowers with different  
hues,
Rose,dahlia,marigold to 
mention few;
He walks to and fro 
around his garden,
Signalling that 
trespassers are 
forbidden;
When i smiled at him,he 
frowns,
Like an angry king 
without a crown;
Years and years passed 
by,
I still saw the old man 
working like a busy bee;
Grown old and full of 
wrinkles,
But his eyes still 
twinkles;
He takes good care of his 
garden,
Like a responsible 
warden;
Yet again,i tried to smile 
at him,he frowns,
Like an angry king 
without a crown.