Treasure Island

Edgar Rendon Eslit

(August 21,1971 / Iligan City)

Brown’s “I Feel Good “


wake-up in the morning you say
thanks, it’s a brand new day
proceed to the toilet
time to brush your teeth
take a little shower
to revitalize your body better
fit a lighter shirt
weary if it still fits
wow, an aroma of a brewed coffee
ready on the table must be
turning on the DVD
there the jibe is in passion
through the rhythm of the classics
you whistle with the music
the mug is half empty
while your eyes is browsing the story
you’re stuck on the headline of the day
your heart is palpating so heavily
as you compare the tickets excitedly
“you won the 88 million dollar lottery”

Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011

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