An Icon of Devotion

Dry this humid late March air, Grim and dreary stillness here; Melancholy in sad fare, Deep sense of loss loiters near. The last of the Old Guards' gone, Leading champion of our cause; Death of an icon now dawns, One who shaped our nation's course. A man our people admired For making Singapore great; Devotion framed fond desire, A leader who changed our fate. No words or praise can describe Your brand of world politics; Yet we feel deep sense of pride In this oasis dynamic. We come and we go with ease, Adjust to conscious affairs; Live our daily lives in peace, Where affluent hope floods air. We started poor, down and out, Lived in chronic slums of wood; Now we live with affluent shouts, See our children grow up good. In one swift generation, A pragmatic man achieved A sure manifestation; See purpose work sure belief. Focus and dedication Sculpted an ascendant moon; Five stars forged brilliant action, Each person reaping sure boon. Resolve and work moved forward, Fragrant flowers everywhere; Upon the mire most awkward, Look at how we climbed the stairs. Yes you did your very best So we might live life better; Your legacy firms fine quest, A poignant city splendour. May angels guide your way there To a heavenly delight; We cherish those days you cared With hard truths and sure insight. Rest now in that greater light Where lovely bliss spreads easy; We will surely miss the sight Of your face most profoundly. Leon Enriquez 26 March 2015 Singapore