One day at a time:
This is how it has always been
The silent march of days
Make up the rest of our lives.
On That Cafe Full of Babies
I don’t mind working in a cafe full of babies
As long as it is a meeting of
the Silent Babies Club.
On The Ringgit
Twenty five years later:
Some things we just deserve to suffer.
On Owning Your Life
You need to start owning your life.
Every single piece of it.
This is the only path,
For a Life without Guilt, without Shame.
On New Pathfinding Adventures
A new adventure beckons you, young man One that you must accept with brave, bold heart 'Tis time to test what you cannot and can For thus we learn the meaning and the art Of Life, this existential trial and test To glory Him before our final rest.
On Homeostatic Regulation
Get back into orbit, oh planet child
Way out of line you are, your orb askew
The natural order must prevail, your wild
Perambulations you must now eschew
Desist your ways, remit your resistance
This family runs on joylike obeisance.
On How Life Can Change In an Instant
With billowed clouds arrayed in glad suspense In eager grace to shed their pearly store The skies have opened up in rapt commence To spend in one deft swoop their prize galore This goodly flood is God's bestowed reply To oft-asked prayers, His bounties now brought nigh.
On The Dragon’s New Year
With vernal joy the drums proclaim the dance, The ring of cymbals greets the festive prowl, The lions in lockstep march so proudly prance With rapid winks of eye and waving jowl, With each bold leap and bound the crowds would cheer To welcome this, the Dragon's own New Year.
On Being Held Prisoner by an Interminable Zoom Call
Impatience stains my over-beetled brow As prattlers prattle in smug servile tones Oh give me gun to shoot my temple now Than me to suffer this in silenced groans!
On Life’s Storms
You made your choice, to slink your way through Life, To hide behind your temperamental rage, As if this world would shield you from all strife, When you well know, Life's storms none can assuage.