Like a child gathering daisies, I collected stories of the past
Memories built a lifetime destined not to last
Harvested by a farmer, baskets filled with sorrow
Indulged my mournful soul not ready for tomorrow
Burdened like a peddler with more than one could bear
I stumbled under sadness and wandered everywhere
Until at last I pondered what benefit I’d found
In heaping piles of grief and so I laid them down
One by one I placed them gently on the waves
And let the ripples take them to an ocean’s grave
And now with empty hands, my cares all lost at sea
Peace has finally found me. My heart has been set free.
Lovely Loy Kratong picture.
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