Chores

Now day follows day Plunges into dust, Along that old play Between trust and thrust. Now just for a while Accord a kind will, Unhinge with a smile That coarseness you feel. Now if you still best A weary burden, Discern and digest Gall that must return. Now night covers night To tally and keep, Note surreal insight That caress deep sleep. Now if wit must fail To steady a pun, Learn then to avail With new jest you pun. Now beyond this surge Of grim metaphors, Look to inner urge To easy laughter. Now let humour roll Out your red carpet, Transit lofty toll As madness blankets. Leon Enriquez 06 December 2014 Singapore