In Memorium
March comes again in haunting tones,
Time echoes plain of ash and bones.
Truth tells of fate in mortal trips,
It's not too late to get a grip.
Your days like dust are over now,
A humble trust lives on somehow.
Yours was a time of peril then,
You wrought fine chimes to make things grand.
A year has lapsed since your demise,
With a new map we greet surprise.
This planted tree tells tale profound,
A people free feel safe and sound.
Rest well dear heart from weary toil,
Each to an art as success soils.
Leon Enriquez
04 March 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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