Sunday, January 21, 2018

Mirrors of Childhood

Dr Abe V Rotor




Ilang-ilang and camia for pendant,
sampaguita for the lei;
string of abaca, by tender hands held,
craft of joy more than the pay.  


Make-believe prison in a banana grove they play,
they who  are innocent, who are free;
and we who've known life's evil that we must pay;
we grown ups, look at them with envy.


There's no traffic jam, it's only in their mind,
with neither time nor distance to gain;
pity to us, who years before, were like them;
when ideals rose, then died in vain. 
  



After the passengers are gone,
this li’l one takes the last round;
imagine this li’l helping hand
bring respite and fun. ~



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