Monologue

This weary world lives ups and downs: Mad spiral swirls for smiles and frowns. Laugh with comic and watch tragic, Strange that mystic that weaves magic. Tears in dry sand and pain for gain, Prey to mad trends in crash that drains. So much fragrance in rancid smells, Watch elegance burn where you dwell. Violent the times where mad men roam, Now space and rhyme sift hollow foam. Each to his own pursuit of ease, Seeds once sown find fond increase. Sense the disease of heart grown cold, There is no peace where hate takes hold. Happy the man who understands, Who knows he can eclipse vain plans. Leon Enriquez 24 April 2016 Singapore