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. ~