The Way

Tale in a sale, Spice with fine price; Veil that shrouds pale, Prize that fits vice. Take what you make, Dyke to speak right; Stake a fine break, Sight comes with light. Glow with wise show, Reach what you preach; Flow as you grow, Beach as you teach. Laugh at vain stuff, Thought helps the plot; Rough can be tough, Slot brines buzz lot. Say to the way, Deep in sure sleep; Pay well for play, Weep for vain keep. Run to sweet fun, See what you see; Pun in hot sun, Glee styles to be. Note that old rote, Mad in grime bad; Vote for the tote, Glad in things sad. Look for wise book, Tense clouds each sense; Crook in a nook, Cleanse blur old lens. Way casts in clay, Soul bland and cold; Pay then each day, Cold sweat takes hold. How fits your brow, Free what you see; Now zest can plough, Be your own fee. Fling joy you sing, Ink a bold link; Bring a new thing, Brink verge of ink. Leon Enriquez 03 October 2014 Singapore