Moments
On a clear day by this walkway,
Old eyes watch play as small feet stray.
Old form knows wit as new steps fit,
An old cast sits to watch new hits.
The sun marks plain old eyes not vain,
To lure set gain watch moods spark strain.
A quaint sure cheer needs purge of fear,
The passage here flings message clear.
A squirrel suns in zigzag run,
A visual pun in curious fun.
The old man smiles in distant style,
Small people pile shouts in sheer wiles.
The sparkling dawn circles old yawns,
Cool breezy morn as old thoughts spawn.
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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