There is a story
About a man called Lorong
He came from France
He stayed in Hong Kong
He worked on the island
Highly paid money he could spend
He had a Hong Kong girlfriend called Helen
They had romance and traveling to places
Lorong wasn't a miser
He treated all those friends
Hanging around with him and Helen
He paid for all the expenses while traveling abroad
Those years he had many friends
Because he paid for everything
The friends would come enjoyed company
Everything was good while he paid
The years gone
He retired and he couldn't spend more
He had to live on his savings
Slowly those friends all gone
In later years he spent alone
Helen disappeared to an old folks home
She has lost her memories
Lorong passed away nobody knew
Helen's daughter tried to call him
She couldn't get him from her home in US
She called her mother's friends to find out
Only then they found out he had passed away
Alone in his rented apartment
Without friends to mourn his passing
He might live with regrets but he didn't say
When he had the means many friends could be seen
This is the story
Those who met him knew
A man who was kind and helpful
He even supported Helen's daughter education in US
It reminded me of my kampong years
The older men would advice the young ones
Picked your friends wisely while growing up
It has no value if you have 1,000 friends
When you are down and out
Will they come to help?
The old men would say
Better pick a friend rain or shine he will come
Lorong didn't pick a good one
He used his wealth to attract friends
They were enjoying benefits from him
Because he wasn't a miser
By now Helen will know
She will not see Lorong again
She may not remember her partner
Of those decades staying together
Lorong as I heard his tales
A man who wanted to live his life
He wasn't worried about others using him
He wanted to be around socially
Goodbye Lorong
May the good Lord take care of you
In the Lord's world you will be bless
We will remember you
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