the old malay woman

By the bank of the Klang river

The flow of water muddy orange glow

There she was sat there alone

With her hook, pole and basket

The old Malay woman waited

Around her she could hear

The moving vehicles on the Klang double bridge

Upper deck for the motor vehicles

While lower deck for pedestrians and cyclists

The old Malay woman under the shade of trees

A lonely figure holding her pole waiting for the pull

Once the fish forgot the old woman would gain

The long waiting time fishes to bring home

Many people would stop at the bridge

Watch the river maybe hoping to glimpse crocodiles

But it never happened as it was just rumour

It made the public eager to catch a glimpse

The old Malay woman after a while

She got up collected her basket of fishes

She walked away back home to where she came

About crocodiles she had no idea

She had been fishing for a while

Those were the years in Klang

Now the double deck bridge became history