Treasure Island

Ferdinand L Quintos

(October 18,1942 / Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines)

You Are Part Of Speech


Your are a big help in men’s life,
that puts in the proper context

the meaning of all their actions,
all this by modification,

as to the time that they do them,
as to the manner they do them,

in regard to how they do them
in regard to means they do them,

as to the place they do them,
as to the degree they do them,

there are many other things more,
but, wait, let us not be a bore,

a big thank is due you, of course,
you help improve people’s discourse,

lots know you are one to observe,
they all know you are an adverb.

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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