The Morning After

Sorrow greets sadness here, The morning after steers. Why all this teary feel That oozes a reveal? ~~~~~~~~~ Deep impact stays huge loss As a lost rhyme feeds toss. Why all this sudden sighs That surge in blurry eyes? ~~~~~~~~~ Each to a set routine Of living our calling. Why this emotive trace That seems so out of place? ~~~~~~~~~ But sad reminders stay As echoes line the day. Why the waves of sorrow Even on the morrow? ~~~~~~~~~ Monday waves a sad look As sober rawness books. Why all this stormy flood In surge of sad sad blood? ~~~~~~~~~ On the streets people stride To ply and pay life's ride. Why this bitter-sweet taste That lingers sad not haste? ~~~~~~~~~ Yet bereft we focus On that living locus. Why all these afterthoughts That loiter in old plots? ~~~~~~~~~ Why is the answer then: To questions life transcends! Too soon, all things must pass Yet true honour outlasts. ~~~~~~~~~ Leon Enriquez 30 March 2015 Singapore