"It was the best of times."
the sun in their eyes, full of stories untold
the windows rolled down, wind buffeting their hair
whoops and hollers were let loose
--loud, wild and free--
under the summer skies they thrived
full of joy, of light.
"It was the worst of times."
all summers come to an end
they felt the fleetingness of time
flutter high in their stomachs
the fear of change settled in their guts
they scrabbled for breath but
the deadline of time was fast approaching
their childhood fleeting
too swift to hold on.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Listening
PoetryA collection of half-way poetry, full of words better left unsaid.
