Fable
Old man sits
Stares san wit
Crowds go by
Old man sighs
Blank face here
Old age steers
Old man looks
A blank book
A lost gaze
Odd old maze
Lost in thought
A blank plot
Old man smiles
Old means style
Time speaks well
Old man dwells
Weathered face
Echoes grace
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2018
Singapore
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