Winds of Memory

The wind sings with memory

And I remember each time and place

When I closed my eyes in appreciation

As it blessed me with its grace

For as it whipped through my changing hair

And sang into my ear

That old song that has never ceased

Throughout the changing years

I saw walks alone in gardens

Or amidst bustling crowds

I saw peaceful times at home

Or times by streets loud

I lived as a child again

As carefree as the sky

I lived as a youth once more

Growing wings to fly

And the wind brought back these times

With a smile upon my face

And though I stood and moved not

I breathed in many a time and place

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/05/winds-of-memory.html

A Careful View

The sunset slants into the halls

Turning gold the exquisite walls

Illuminating the gentle arches

As nearby sway the tree’s branches

By a table, two people rest

Drinks in hand, dressed to impress

A book lies carelessly on the table

Unintentionally, to them label

The scions of society, the best of the best

Rich, relaxed, and with no stress

Able to enjoy with ample leisure

The evening and the sunset’s pleasures

I saw them as I hurried along

Moving to the pace of a working man’s gong

And in brief folly wanted to be

Exactly as they seemed to be

But then I turned to the view

They seemed to enjoy in their purview

And saw a road and common stacks

A certain charm it certainly lacked

But perhaps it was aptly placed

To remind these people of their place

Standing on high with nothing they lack

Supported by many an aching back

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/02/a-careful-view.html

Choices

To each one’s fortunes it is given

A little of hell, a little of heaven

That their choice they might decide

And choose as their wills might

But it’s a choice shrouded in mists

Bad roads to mountains, good roads to cliffs

What seems good ends up a waste

And the good has a bitter taste

The hours pass and life runs down

While the choices run round and round

Yet time is the only way to see

What each choice was really meant to be

Perhaps that’s why the young aren’t wise

With too much time to blind their eyes

While the aged though their years are spent

Each choice’s true nature comprehend

So now young I to my fortune am given

A little of hell, a little of heaven

But how to choose what’s bitter but right?

I guess I’ll borrowed aged wisdom’s sight

Copyright © 2019 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2019/02/choices.html