When I Cease To Be Funny
March 7th, 2007 by loulandasubacseI thought of Aning, that child, greasy in tattered clothes,
by the window she looks, in search for her dreams.
I thought of Nong Iko, that farmer under the sun’s burning heat,
toiling a land he does not own, wondering when will it be his.
I thought of Nang Lisia, that mother rummaging the house all day through,
with brawling stomach, craving for a crux in her routine.
I thought of Mr. Linoleum, that braggart politician who haven’t surpass his promises,
he’s on his way again, in loud speakers around town.
I thought of Junjun, that student who naps at his table studying,
if not waiting for his drunk brother to arrive.
I thought of Elsa, that woman crazy over love and craving to fill her void,
she would do everything for someone to call her own.
I thought of Adreil, that yuppie who knows nothing more than Starbucks,
he could have made the day of that beggar by the roadside.
I thought of countless figures of Sisyphus who still struggles
despite sweat as the only outcome.
I thought of my own wasted dreams and unguided passion,
when will ever come the time?
I thought of a green meadow where I could set my eyes toward a beautiful view,
there i could see butterflies, and flowers, and birds on a freedom flight.
I thought of myself on a mountaintop.
Wheew!!!
Nothing more needed to say in such a scenic view!!!
I thought of these… and more….
…when I am in the above title!