Rudan A. Matiga

Rookie (15 September 1947 / Tagbilaran City, Philippines)

'At 64' - Poem by Rudan A. Matiga

Where I was born looking above that solitary hill,
I stand alone; no forest growth blurring my eyes,
Of gulls and birds enjoy their freedom in the sky.
A many horizons I have seen, you with me a witness;
To the breaking of dawn and sunlight down the west,
The infinite opens its grandeur for me and us to see.
Any rascal dared not challenge of what I want to say,
My point of view, my faith in God and life with you.
At 64 there is something always grinding in my mind,
I want to say a word or two without a line to rhyme.
People would like to breach the wall along its fold
Its boundary planned parting neighbors in days of old,
Designed a stile to talk free and spend their rights;
From morn till dark they talk whole day and night.
Spend the hours in today's sophisticated talking site.
I stand alone at 64, and from atop that solitary hill;
It caught my eyes the town below that fills my soul...
With fonder memories of folks I love and friends of old.
And from afar that solitary hill I saw a world at peace,
With growth of trees I feel so sad this ghoulish place;
My friends in deep their names forever etched upon a rock,
I asked; 'why bother you to think this morbid nook? '
The difference for me is; Life and friends!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 11, 2012


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