Listen to the children's laughter
Ringing in the garden or in public places
The care free ways lighting up their faces
Running freely sharing their joy
Why it is when they grow up everything changes?
As hardships and wants pressing the adult minds
The children in most of us suddenly disappear
We change ourselves forgetting our roots
The children in our beings gone for good
Our minds locked into 9 to 5 and late at nights
Pursuing wants and satisfaction to get materialistic wealth
We forget our children's footprints building in our past
We hardly smile; we hardly say thank you
We take and take and take along the way
We hardly walk in the rain
We hardly feel the snowflakes falling
We hardly admire the twinkling stars
We hardly sit and watch the beautiful sunsets
What we do most of our times
Rushing out make money wanting a good life
Drilling into children studying hard don't go out playing
The future lies in a good education
And so the young forget how to play
It is good to play young
It brings moments of seeing the past
The sparkles in the eyes remembering games
And the way it was now sharing with the young
The free flowing laughter and children songs
Once a while act like children
We will see a better place in our lives
Once a cheat
It will be very hard to stop it
A person may want to do all over again
One time, second time or third time
Crying all the way
Emotional drain teary eyes
Asking for forgiveness
“Give me a second chance”
Like the guy in PJ
Under the hot sun pleading
For his wife to forgive him
He already knew the consequences
Pack his bag and goes his way
“Hit the road Jack
There is nothing much you could do”
Some women are forgiving
Believing the road to happiness
The stray guys let them have a chance
To foster marriage relationships
In it there is wealth and properties
Millions worth of it.........
So they close one eye
When marriage is sealed
There is no playing around
The days of those times over
Now the time to lay the foundation
Of a good marriage and life beyond
Gopeng heritage artifacts
On the right turn of the bus station
Drive right through
Number 28 next door to 3 + 1 outlet
The remembering of those times
When your grandparents lived by
Of tin mining and artifacts of bygone era
Pay a visit if you have nothing else to do
The Japanese occupation
The people of the times
The battles and hardships
The torturing incidents
The developments then and now
How times changing landscape
Of people remembering
Of events susurrus in the minds
The echo of the bygone era
The tin mining, artifacts and buildings
Watches, lamps, ancient coins, old records
Somewhere it will remind you of the past
As one approaches to the future
The past will be the benchmark of one progresses
In time and in life
Go pay a visit
Entrance is free
Close on Wednesday and Thursday
Internet will be the Blog House
Writing up articles rumours and titbits
About places about people about government
It never dies though bloggers may disappear
The alternative media
It will carry the messages
For the people who want to know
Pick up gossips facts and fictions
Running on the Internet
The Blog House
In the minds of the people
By the click of mouse
The world staring in the eyes
Bloggers may go
New ones take the road
Of the cyber news
Any where in the world
The Malay house
Alone in the quiet surrounding
It stays there as times pass by
The shadows glimpse on it
“Hey you! Time to see the world!”
The early rise
The morning rays spread wild fire
The golden beams penetrating through
The Malay house alone
The world can go
The Malay house staying put
On the outside of city
The savour the cool surrounding
Listening to the wind whirring
Life of abundance
People in entertainment
People speak many languages
Yet the fear grips the Malay house
“I rather stay put
Listening to the early birds chirping”
The daughters in the house
Believing protection and warm family ties
The fathers as the head of the families
Leading the way nurturing children
Yet cases of many
Fathers become the evil shadows
The daughters in the house
Trap into the fathers' lusts
The daughters enslave
Within the homes they think are safe
The evil minds work into their lives
The predators in the homes
Silence creep
Family ties saving face
The daughters of the house
Ravished losing their dignity
Of fathers who forget their roles
Sharing, protecting, nurturing
The children he brings into the world
Crossing borders
Many brave the walk
In the night under camouflage
Paying high stakes for liberty
More often hardships back home
Crossing borders
The green they believe
The wealth and freedom
Sailing across oceans
Many die on the way
Suffocation and beaten into rapes
Laying on the wilderness
Eyes lost souls disappear
The dreams die
Yet many will try
Crossing borders
For something better
Back home
Crossing borders
Drug mules thinking of life richness
The law switches on them
In bar serving a long life sentence
Many will keep trying
Talking about dreams and freedom
Wealth and chances to make it
So these people will come
In whatever means necessary
For the green fields beyond the fences
The passages of darkness
On the way of losers
They want to find a winner
To caress the throbbing minds
Here come the witches
The black and white of times
Living in our midst
They do a living
The losers will find
Travelling all corners
They want a winner
They want the easy way
They try as many as they can
The witches can do for a short while
The passages of darkness
Don't go there it never worth your times
A short term gain
A life time of tragedies
Going through the backdoors
It is what it will happen
The poor and landless
At the mercy of the rich
Looking down on them
“You have nothing to give”
The politicians champion
For their own interests game
When they are in the drivers' seats
“I have no time for you!”
The poor and landless
Leaving their fate
How to fight when they don't have the resources?
Only at the kindness of other groups
Sharing their plight and predicament
Leasehold or freehold
Is it the issue?
They want concern of their welfare
Let them have something to live with dignity
Don't let them be a punching bag
For others to serve self interests
The State should start a trust fund
Collecting funds from workers and companies
For a noble purpose to help the deserving
In the midst of any society
As you grow and mix around
You will meet all kinds of characters
Wooing your time and attention
Saying words influencing your mind
Study the traffic lights
It will help you as you get along
The people you find hoping to share your times
You will see and know the characters finally show
Red, yellow or green
It is there only the eyes should see
Lessons learned in life
Sometimes there are regrets
Yet life must go on
The past is just a tapestry of time
A footprint buried somewhere in the mind
Life has to move
It can't be in a state of limbo
Learned the lessons well
You get on with your life
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