Comments about Gil Gregorio
A Journey Of Everything New
In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
the journey was a generous one:
full of wonders, hardships and pains.
In my manhood,
the journey was a gentle one:
full of smiles, wonders and hardships.
But in me, of years...
all was in wonderful passion
that happened from the beauty
of everything new.
Now, I ask why?
Here an instance be still to sense,
Feel the throb of a heart’s content;
An innocent look of eyes in faith,
Comes now the sincerest love’s manifest.
A fiery look cankers the softness of steel,
As it perforates the impenetrable,
No doubt, so many years of longing
A past in snare,