The
one armed motorists
He
used to ply his durians trade
Along
the hawker's food area
In
the morning of time gone
The
few times I saw
He
parked his tricycle at the garbage area
Where
the former mining pool is
Sitting
there in the morning
What
he was doing there?
To
get the shade of trees?
To do
his thinking?
To collect used furniture?
To collect used furniture?
Maybe
age has got to him
Like
it will happen to all of us
Time
has changed so is our outlook
If
only one is prepared to face the future
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