The End is Here

It's the end
We have reached here after many hours
Of a long and painful journey
Around an indifferent clock

It's the end
We have reached here after countless days
Of deep and endless worries
Along a tortuous path

It's the end
We have arrived after trying weeks
Of loud and desperate cries for help
Across a silent chasm

It's the end
We have arrived after lonely months
Of sad and painful separation
Among an oblivious crowd

It's here at last
They call it the end
Of a long wait they call a year
An end that they celebrate
With fireworks and cheers

Their end has arrived
but ours has not,
our journey has not yet ended.

Our pains, our worries
Our loneliness and separation
continues after the end

into another beginning
that they call a New Year.

The end is here
20201231 1734 hr
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Where our hope

PKP
Therein lies our hope
that the outbreak will be contained,
that the disease will go away
soon.

PKP PKPB PKPP
Where we cling to hope
for the situation to improve,
for fewer people
to be infected

PKP PKPB PKPP PKPD
Whatever remains of our hope
fades away slowly
almost surely

as more and more,
yet more and more
and more and more,
and even more

people fall prey
to this invisible and
invincible disease

PKP PKPP PKP PKPB PKP PKPD
Where is our hope?

Where our hope
by Ng Peng You
20201228 1810 hr
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Rhymes I found

One, two, three four five,
I found a word that rhymes with life.

Six, seven, eight nine ten,
Soon I found more rhymes again.

Why did you let rhymes grow?
Because they're like arrows from a bow.

Where do the arrows strike?
This little heart of mine inside.

Rhymes I found.
2020.12.06 2250 hr
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We thought . . .

We thought they would rise to the occasion.
Instead, they fell into cowardly inaction.

We thought they would answer the high calling.
Instead, they bowed to a lowly bidding.

We thought they would take the bull by the horns.
Instead, they cowered in their seats like lambs shorn.

We thought . . .
NgPengYou 20201127 1430 hr
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Calling a Spade

Calling a spade a spade
Gets you all the hate

Calling a spade a hoe
Gets people into a throe

Calling a spade a tool
May bring pride to a fool

Calling a spade a clever
lever of the third order,
Makes friends of many foes.

Calling a Spade
20201115 1109 hr
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I See

I look at what is behind me
I see joy mingled with sorrow
I see regrets and happiness
I see opportunities missed
and achievements made

I look at what is before me
I see a long winding road ahead
I see bridges to be crossed
I see a mountain to climb

With dense jungles to trek
I look at what is yet to be
I see a distant rainbow
I see a lofty arc in a misty sky
I see a myriad of dreams and wishes
Waiting silently for me

I See
20201108 0719 hr
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When . . .

 When can we all go back
To those happy innocent days?
When can we all live again
the way we lived always?

When can we get to see
Little children together at play?
When can we get to hear
Their gleeful squeals all day?

When will we be set free
From these fetters called lockdowns?
When will borders be opened,
And we move from town to town?

Oh for those bygone days
When we went about freely,
Oh for those times past
When we weren't beset by worry

Of this fearsome unknown disease
That spreads around with stealth,
That kills some, and hurts others,
And quietly ruins our health. 

When will this dearth of freedom
Come to a final end?
When can we all go back
To those happy days again?

20201103 2155 hrs

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