Jun 2015
060315
Faces seems happy
Yet there's an absence of joy
The ingredient was lacking
And life then, tastes sour
There is bitterness in some heart,
False hope and false belief.
The first became their second
The best turned to be the better,
But he was still the same,
The first and the last,
How patient he is, for us all.
I found myself seeking him
And there's a fruit --
A joy in the midst of the storm.
Worries flew back into debris of time
My shield was his strength
And so **I can smile back.
Faces seems happy
Yet there's an absence of joy
The ingredient was lacking
And life then, tastes sour
There is bitterness in some heart,
False hope and false belief.
The first became their second
The best turned to be the better,
But he was still the same,
The first and the last,
How patient he is, for us all.
I found myself seeking him
And there's a fruit --
A joy in the midst of the storm.
Worries flew back into debris of time
My shield was his strength
And so **I can smile back.
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)
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