MEMORIES
(November 30, 1987)
Coffee goes with memories
Some are nice and some are not
I keep the nice ones
I incinerated the not-so-nice ones.
Today, I am looking back
My days as a Pharmacist
Working in the busiest hub
In Quiapo, Metro Manila -
Thinking what would life be
Should I choose to stay
In my homeland... which Today
Becomes a beleaguered country.
The enemies of truth are out
In the open, no more in hiding.
The masks are taken down
To reveal the way of the clowns.
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I brew coffee in that ritualistic kettle;
From a black kettle then pour into a pot.
A pot is calling the kettle black
The taste can never be justified.
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For the storms keep encircling
Raging like monsters in the night
The sleeping logs are stirred
They're torn apart slain and dead.
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Destiny took me away from chaos
Fate has me survived from misery
Today, I found myself somewhere
Holding my morning cup of coffee.
©️ Leah C Dancel
30 November 2024
Orange 🍊 NSW
AUSTRALIA
