The Old House
The red skies engulf clouds under the bay,
Stealthy silence sweeps the current away,
Islands, harbor, creeks, shoals and rocks,
They entice, hypnotize, reversing the clock.
A distance throw toward the old house,
Abandoned field, cats chasing a mouse,
So many years ago it was filled with joy,
Birthday and Christmas a brand new toy.
Funny, the old childhood home by the bay,
Writings on the walls probably gone away,
My dreams of five, ten, fifteen and twenty,
I’m much older now but still they are plenty.
Oh, the carefree days of elementary school,
“Put on your coat Sula it’s going to be cool, ”
She packed my favorites for lunch at noon,
Four hours seemed as far away as the moon.
Those were the days of a youthful carefree life,
Now I have a child and he has a mum, my wife,
Like my father before me I work on the docks,
Lunch is over, sounds ring by the master clock.
Never wanted to toil aimlessly like dear old dad,
The clothes dirty, worn out, his face always sad,
But a bright light always seemed to shine through,
When I jumped in his arms, “Dad how are you? ”
“One day son I hope the news is better than mine, ”
Here I stand looking back and it’s the same time,
All the friendly faces have withered, turning old,
Prayerfully my child your rainbow still has gold.
Funny how quickly some things can change,
And how long the others can stay the same,
That difference thirty plus years can bring,
Looking back with or without another name.
Probably not enough bedtime stories were told,
Challenging me to be forceful, strong and bold,
Not to follow but break then create a new mold.
Youth is fleeting while everlasting becomes old.
Don’t allow the same mistake to be made twice,
When it gets too hot just cool it down with ice,
Who says any house has to rot like rotten wood?
I want my kid to have it much better than good.
Yes! Shoot past the moon reach for the stars,
Never simply settle where you currently are,
Like the earth rotates, never standing still,
Fish are only caught in a river that's filled.
“Hey Sula, can’t be that bad’” “Luke you're so right, ”
In spite of this, still get to be with my family tonight,
Question? Exactly when is any house not a home?
When the world’s outside but inside you are alone.
w/Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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