Open Poetry #21 |
my faraway brother |
kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Ever inobservant, I looked but did not see~ perhaps it was my subconscious trying to protect me It was only when you were so enthusiastic about playing a traditional Burmaese game that my myopic eyes acutely informed me that you were a mere teenager So young and already you were doing backbreaking manual work under the merciless glare of the sun and the determined piercing of the rain, (subject to the whims of gods above) so that you might earn meagre wages to settle the mundane, yet crucial expenses of everyday living and perhaps some spare cash for cigarettes, to puff away worries Deprived of a life, you would shovel concrete endlessly throughout your span Yet you offered me a puff cheerfully, willing to share what little you had There was nothing i could offer in return, except play the game with you during our breaks [This message has been edited by faterider (07-07-2002 10:33 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cold hands means a warm heart |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Thanks! |
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mycafe Senior Member
since 2002-05-23
Posts 584 |
Hi faterider, your last stanza showed you guys really had something heartwarming to share! Enjoyed... mycafe Keep counting your blessings |
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