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Going Away

The old man sighs:
Thoughts winging by,
Dry tears yet ply,
An unseen cry.


Too much of change:
So out of range,
All seems so strange,
Touch now deranged.


In a sad look:
Watch fatigue nook,
Words in old book,
Bear empty hook.


Here but not here:
In limbo spheres,
Old thoughts endear,
Cause of new fear.


Old age can fling:
An empty swing,
Sense curls and things,
So out-of-sync.


Here on the edge:
Upon this ledge,
Feel a strange wedge,
A distant hedge.


Stray thoughts frame plight:
On a free flight,
Each day brings light,
Cast dimming sight.


At the last gate:
Know way of fate,
Death's never late,
Grace arcs sure date.


Shouts curl and hurl:
In a mad swirl,
There goes the world,
Buzz, jazz and twirl.


Watch thus due time:
Flings strange odd chimes,
Pulse cancels rhyme,
Void then old mimes.


Alone the squeeze:
Skims a stray breeze,
That dry hoarse sneeze,
Odd drowning tease.


Sense weary wit:
This odd misfit,
In puzzled bits,
An abrupt slit.




Leon Enriquez
15 October 2017
Singapore

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