Briefly
Loss comes around
More lost than found
In quicksand grounds
In spite of fate
We notice late
Death at the gate
When we were young
We climbed steep rungs
With steadfast lungs
In fading chimes
We note old rhymes
Upon lost time
Age has brought change
Conflicts breed strange
A drooping range
The new age stares
On ancient cares
Where debris tare
Briefly our take
Sees decay make
Harsh forfeit stake
At curtain call
Through cheer and gall
Each now must fall
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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