In The Orient.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Lesser sorrow will be tomorrow, my love
never be melancholic
after months of rains
our minds be drained
after weeks of snow
we start to stand in the row
to be the first for the morrow's sun

constantly know, darling
the morrow, the morrow
lesser sorrow than the previous day
never look back, it's past time
tomorrow tomorrow
will surely be lesser sorrow
just forget yesterday, that'll never last, anyway
believe me, tomorrow will surely be lesser sorrow

yesterdays we have consumed and suppered
on the day when we suffered

you see, baby, believe me, sweetheart
tomorrow will be lesser sorrow, think smart.


Photography: A small part of the Megacity Jakarta.

© Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday,15 Sept 2018
Jakarta (South East Asia, The Orient, Indonesia)