Roundabout

Old mulberry bush We go round and round The same funny snooze As roundabout grounds The same old lines found In our childlike steps To ground our sad rounds With a lost mind map Old echoes stray here As if by odd chance To breathe ancient spheres In apt frolic trance Our distant past greets Our nursery years Where strange symbols meet Our lost hopes and fears Here old wishes stream A ring of roses In odd weary dreams As laughter poses It seems so funny That old times come back Old faces sunny In flashback and slack We seem to recall The good old days there In hallway footfalls Just when, how and where Exit and entrance Life in full circle A subtle distance Those fond popsicles And yet we now know That the ghostly sight Is but a sad show In surge of last light Leon Enriquez 11 November 2018 Singapore