Monday, June 25, 2007
A Joyful Poem
Cymbals clash, bells toll,
Rousing me from my siesta
I wake and see the public hall
Starting its vibrant fiesta.
Vermilion, jade,
Scarlet and periwinkle,
Spark a fusion but to fade
Leaving the stars to twinkle.
Sweetbread, golden beer
People’s munching and gusto
Made my stomach churn and cheer
For its friend and foe.
The days have gone by
Since we’ve played and mourned
Let’s allow the old man to die
And the young ‘un to be borne.
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@ 10:08 PM
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