I cannot let hope die

I cannot let hope die

By May Kwek

Do you know those times?

When you try and always fail

When discouragement sets in

And you fear you never will?

Well I think I am a prey

To those dreary emotions

Because doing certain things

Is not in my disposition

But the longing never ceases

The feeling never leaves

There are times where I even

Wished I could fly away with the breeze

There are times I want to give up

And not even bother to try

But I find that I simply will not

Because I cannot let hope die

I will not let hope go

Though I improve but little every day

I will not let hope go

Because it is not the end I say

There’s still more for me to live

There’s still more for me to achieve

So I cannot let hope die away

No, I want it to stay

But I know it is hard

Harder than I can say

But I cannot simply stop

Because my nature is in my way

No, no, I will carry on

Though I fail I must be strong

I will always continue to try

Because I cannot let hope die

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek 

Let God

Let God

By May Kwek

Many times I have often been told

That in this dreary world we know

The most important thing is to use our minds

Or else life would not be kind

So blindly I have followed this rule

Whether at home or in school

Thinking about things day and night

Until they send me into a dreadful fright!

I could not find peace

I dared not trust

Cause when I did

Everything became a rush

People would shout out a billion things

You must do this and that and everything

How could I listen if they crowd my mind?

Among the noise what peace could I find?

And yet when I relied on my brain

Things became an awful shame

As it turned my thoughts against me

 And rebuked me for what I could but did not be

 So what could I do?

Trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea?

Either would spelt discontent

And on neither would I find peace

But I think I have found the secret

To give my mind a rest

And that is to not think too much

And let God do the rest

To throw aside the worries

And leave them at one side

And not wonder if I am doing

What I feel is right

I would never enjoy myself

If I am wondering if I am

And I would never make the journey

If I keep worrying about the end

So to live in the moment

However hard that might be

Is really what I feel

Would be the best option for me!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek 

Back To School

Back To School

By May Kwek 

Ah alas! What a day

Today’s the end of the holidays

Then tomorrow it is back to school

To learn more education tools

Back to those bluish desks

And a some rather unpleasant tests

Back to school and its food

But I shouldn’t complain, it is quite good

Back, yes back, back to school

To sit in lectures feeling like a fool

And wonder if you are the only one

For whom following the teacher is a can’t

Yes, yes, tomorrow’s the day

To sent the holiday thoughts far away

And simply go back to school

To learn what I know to be true

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek 

A conversation between a ‘patient’ and his doctor

A conversation between a ‘patient’ and his doctor

By May Kwek

Doctor, doctor I am hurt

I can’t feel it through my shirt

How came you to this hurt?

Where my good man does this hurt lurk?

Up here in my head

Oh please doctor give something for relief instead!

That I cannot possibly do

For there is nothing wrong with you

Doctor, doctor I am sick

I can feel to my leg

And where is it that you are sick?

So much so that it hurts your leg?

In here, in my tummy

It really feels awfully funny

Sorry my friend, but something’s fishy

There seems to be nothing wrong with your tummy

Fishy! Precisely! It is my nose

Doctor, I can’t smell a rose

My dear fellow there is nothing to smell

And perhaps that is just as well

Doctor, doctor I have something to ask

And I hope to it isn’t too hard a task

Ask away, what may it be?

What request do you have of me?

Oh doctor, doctor, grant me sick leave

So that I may leave you in peace

That I would jolly well do

So long as I see no more of you!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Aching fingers on the guitar

Aching fingers on the guitar

By May Kwek

My guitar I have you to blame

For the pain which makes my fingers lame

I don’t mind pressing things with my leg

But with fingers they just ache

But I suppose it is also my own fault

For practising without much thought

As to what my fingers would say

If I kept them on strings all day

But alas what excuse could I give?

To my fingers as they groan

Even if I played well (which I don’t)

I think they would still moan

But to play well I must practise

And the pain is but the price

So I am sorry my little fingers

Maybe I should get you some ice

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek 

Remembering the Victims and Survivors of the 11/3/11 Japan earthquake and tsunami

Remembering the Victims and Survivors of the 11/3/11 Japan earthquake and tsunami

By May Kwek

How well we all remember that day

When the earth shook and changed it way

When the waves towered into the sky

And so many lost their lives

When the earth unleashed her rage

And took so many of any age

When tears can no longer express one’s grief

And any joy seems to leave

We hear your cry and feel your pain

For the many who were slain

For those who lost all that they had

We remember what pain you have

One year has passed since that dreadful day

But the pain is so deep that no word I can say

Can ever relieve the emptiness felt

And all I can do if offer condolence and help

But all the same, we remember

And in this case let the memories last forever

We will not forget. We are still here

And in our hearts and prayers we are near

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Today I was queer

Today I was queer

By May Kwek

Today they looked at me

And thought that I was queer

But I believe that there is nothing wrong with me

And hence I did not fear

Today they said that I was strange

And chastised me for being odd

I felt hurt but never mind

Their words are but empty talk

Today they laughed at me

Because I was so different

But I simply smiled because

I was put here for a different reason

Today they gathered around me

And tried to force me to change

But I told them I was me

And that there was nothing to change

Then today they finally saw

What I always knew

That I knew better who I was

Because to myself I was always true

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Day by day

Day by day

By May Kwek

I am learning to live day by day

To see what’s before me and not the next

For life is a very long way

And if I worry my soul it can’t take

And yet it is not as easy

As others make it to be

Everyday adds cares

That press down on me

When I look too far

I see nothing but stones

And when I look even farther

It feels so alone

But the future I can’t decide

It is not for me to write

Only God holds the pen

And I can only follow his hand

So it seems to me the best

Is to take things day by day

And set my worries to rest

So they won’t darken my way

To believe that all is fine

As long as he holds my hand

To know that the sun will shine

And he will be with me to the end

So let me trust in him

And take things day by day

Knowing worries can’t touch me

If he’s with me all the way

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Patience young one

Patience young one

By May Kwek

Once under the mighty trees

There once grew a little seed

It was a small, tiny thing

Of which no one would think

But yet it aspired to reach the skies

And tried to grow with all its might

But yet no matter how hard it tried

It found that it never gained much height

It grew frustrated and wilted and cried

‘Oh why?’ it cried ‘did it bother to try?’

It wanted to give up, to lie down and die

When it heard a voice from the sky

“Be patient, wait. You’re not there yet

Great things are not made with leaps but steps”

The little plant upset, only replied,

“But all around me have touched the sky”

To this the voice only said

“When they were struggling you were not there

Have a little faith

You will get there”

The little plant listened and decided to wait

And found that he grew very little everyday

But never the less he always grew

And believed that what the voice said was true

Finally after many years

Through hardships, pains and tears

The tree finally touched the sky

And found itself up on high

“I told you” the voice said

“Look what progress you have made

And now remember, never forget

Not leaps but little steps”

The now mighty tree smiled in reply

And felt the wind dance in the sky

It looked at the sun and rustled it leaves

Knowing that in patience it had found peace

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek