Edmund Wong Poems
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By The Store
One ordinary night, when you are playing with your fingernail
By the store, my dreary eyes are filled with seldom pleasure,
Of finding alone right before them a hidden treasure,
Proudly in triumph, as many a voracious eye fail
To discover man’s self-effaced worth. Yet let it be,
So selfish me can be your sole company.
But, alack, when finally my eyes are free to see thee,
And ears to hear love’s first symphony,
Thou look away, freely, the heavenly melody desists,
Restoring my ordinary life, where nothingness persists.
Farewell To A Friend
Farewell, my friend, the time for us to part
Hath come, as festive banquets have to quit,
By enduring Time, and our wavering heart,
In which our capricious lives have to meet.
Adieu, my pal, a journey of chance waits
For thee, tomorrow the sun will still be bright
As today's, if not brighter to thine aids,
Shining right on thy path forthcoming light.
From hence wilt thou be gone in corporal form,