Sad Dirge

Gone much too soon Ere that fond noon Mad pain gone too Just so like you What made you sick? A burnt-out wick! So much unsaid Of things afraid Your plate was full Was that not cool? Your style brought smiles And piles worthwhile This sad dirge feels Of empty will How can I say Beyond lame fray Gone in a rush Odd as a crush Verse lines now string A final fling Here at the gate Loss comes too late But wait a while I'll fake a smile Too late for tears To waste on fears Goodbye seems fit In fleeting wit First to finish Lust diminish Too late to say Farewell to play Leon Enriquez 19 September 2018 Singapore