Memoir

So many stories Tales of odd fancy Old as memory Strands of history Floating out to sea Gripes and groans set free In a chance meeting Time presides fleeting Moments etch shouting Glimpses of time past Bridging first to last Now somewhat aghast Who can you then trust? Finesse soon must rust Flesh and bones to dust Write words to write well Dance of deep dark tells Just the times we dwell Round and round we trip Hollow laughter grips Bitter-sweet sad sip All that can be said Raw ink stains now laid Blank paper gets paid Beware of such times When logic fails rhyme In a dying chime Learn to be handy Know integrity From fickle fancy Round the forlorn bend Death blesses end trend In a fruitful span Leon Enriquez 27 September 2018 Singapore