The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The benevolent figure that always encouraged us to soar higher Someone who built the roofs over our heads Him who ensured every one of us was thoroughly fed The face that lights up the sea of red in the National Day Parade The smile twinkling with charisma that would never fade Close at heart, distant away He sets out on a new chapter on that fateful day People come and people leave What’s eternal are the legacies that they weave 50 years back, he wept for the nation 50 years later, the nation cries for him The dim street lights The confused haze in the evening Everything is out of order without him along. Yes, he’s gone But he lives on In the Singaporean spirit.
Poet’s Note: In remembrance of Minister Mentor Sir Lee Kuan Yew (1923-2015)
Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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