Walkway
New dawn shines bright,
Walkway mood cites;
Old gaze looks right,
Strange eyes frame rites.
New day lights here,
Dry stone bench row;
Old man sans cheer,
Sight finds grooves slow.
New waves of change,
Hot air swirls sneeze;
Old age crafts strange,
Odd awkward squeeze.
New motifs spread,
An altered peace;
Old man sans dread,
Mellow finds ease.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2017
Singapore
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