Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

Last Day Here

Last day here:
Old year dies,
With odd tears,
Lows and highs.


So much strain:
Man to man,
Hurts and pains,
Dead ends pan.


So much waste:
Hate piles hate,
In bad taste,
Death breaks plate.


Last day here:
Way past due,
Blown-up fears,
Me and you.


Live bold tact:
Dare to style,
Love that acts,
Let good pile.




Leon Enriquez
30 December 2016
Singapore

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