(a poem i composed in august 15, 1989, lifted from the book "Days in my Life" published 1999...this is dedicated to baguio and all her sons and daughters...during the centennial on September 1, 2009...thank you baguio.)
people in boats, talking,
laughing, having fun.
and i, with smoke in hand
pensively watch as i seat in a bench.
passersby, they come around,
sometimes alone, sometimes in groups.
that little kid beside the lake,
like me, attentively gazes
at the boats, seven of them,
while drinking his tetra-packed orange.
i am a passersby
watching the people go by
in the boat of their lives,
and in this little corner of my world,
i feel so infinitesimally small,
partaking in the vastness of life.
thank God, i am at sail!
people in boats, talking,
laughing, having fun.
and i, with smoke in hand
pensively watch as i seat in a bench.
passersby, they come around,
sometimes alone, sometimes in groups.
that little kid beside the lake,
like me, attentively gazes
at the boats, seven of them,
while drinking his tetra-packed orange.
i am a passersby
watching the people go by
in the boat of their lives,
and in this little corner of my world,
i feel so infinitesimally small,
partaking in the vastness of life.
thank God, i am at sail!
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