@ My Shoes – His Refusal Poem by Jordan Legaspi

my shoes - his refusal


I thought it was good bye
between you and me, childhood lullaby
the love- your melody of yesteryears'
the kiss- my rhythm of sweet tears

penned at the old past
after thirty years I thought it was
a spell of forever love, passion
a charm of undying devotion

Alas! Came to be – the broken man
after thirty years seemed a lost son-
to distant places beyond shore
the hope; a new home be bore

Alas! Beautiful it seems
full in colors, shapes and forms
-the decorative passion: symbol and sign,
-the fanciful human design

They were lost after thirty years
no trace just silence passage-ways
a walk of no turning back
a journey against the will of the clock

I was then searching after thirty years
inside the hallow consuming years
the innocent smile of a child
vanished through the wild

After thirty years here I am
against the time; fighting the whole damn-
ghost from the past- the thirty years
-the unforgiven sin: of love; of fathers'