Sunday, January 25, 2015

Discontent (Rich)

Discontent (Rich)

By May Kwek

Oh they say to be rich
Is indeed to have it all
Luxurious homes, a yacht or two
And money that piles up tall

But every where I tread
I must have bodyguards
In case some kidnappers
Seek to with my money part

Relations are strained
They want me to quickly die
So that during the funeral
They can take the money and pretend to cry

My children are spoiled
They have never known want
And because of this wealth
I can never say “can’t”

Then I hide in my business
It is something I can do
Or hide in wealth and splendor
I can do that too

And forget about my troubles
And all the arguments and strife
And for a moment
Say I have a happy life

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Discontent (Poor)

Discontent (Poor)

By May Kwek

Oh to be poor is a hard life
I for one know it is true
You have never had to worry
About your next meal have you?

What will I do 
About next month’s rent?
If I can’t make it....
Can I borrow someone’s tent?

I wish I could provide a better place
For my children to live
With as many toys and books
As I in my heart would give

Cough, cough, oh dear
I cannot afford to be sick
If I get a sick leave
I might lose my job quick

Then what would we do?
The boss has yet to pay me
Tomorrow I must spare a few cents
To go trouble him for money

But for now let me sleep
For it is late and there I can be
Lost in oblivion
And say I am happy

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Discontent (middle class)

Discontent (middle class)

By May Kwek

So I am neither rich nor poor
I am somewhere in between
I should consider myself blessed
Or so it would seem

But to be in the middle
Is to be squeezed
And seek to go higher
Hoping for release

My boss works me hard
I work long into the night
Perhaps my children
Could recognize me by sight

My ends meet but I have not enough
For the things I want
I want this and I want that
Only the rich can have fun!

And my children run off with their friends
They drift ever further away
Perhaps if I had more time
They would come back someday

Oh if only I could live a bit more
Have a bit of life
Far from this tedious work
And this internal strife

But never mind
A dream is all it shall be
Let’s go to the movies
And pretend we are happy

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

Summary of discontent

Summary of discontent

By May Kwek

Well dear readers
Its strange don’t you think?
That despite all their differences
The same tune they sing

Personally I would have thought
That the differences in wealth
Might have mattered as much to them
As the state of their health

But ah it seems we are all caught
In the winter of our discontent
What can I say?
We see things as men

The grass is greener on the other side
So the old saying says
But let’s all cheer up
We still have today

Whether we are near 
Or whether we are far
See things as we hope 
Or see things as they are

Perhaps for a moment in our minds
Examine our troubles and perhaps find
That they are so small after all
And reasons to be happy are much more

At least I find that is the case for me
When behind pessimism’s curtain I occasionally see
And finally look around and say
“What a fool I am let’s be happy today”

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek

The Haunted Table

The Haunted Table

By May Kwek

It was a liveliest of gatherings that night
Everyone bore a fake smile
And we all laughed ever so cheerfully
And rolled our eyes all the while

But there was always a certain coldness
And the slightest hint of mistrust
Some when they saw each other
Turned either pale or blushed

Still we carried on and faked blindness
Were good friends for the world to see
In all appearances
A group of friends happy

But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger
And faint whispers of doom
Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck
As they danced about the room

Horrid memories seemed to arise
When we saw someone’s face
So we turned away and made believe
That we were in a different place

But when we were entered the dinning room
We could not run but only stare
For the cold formed ice on the table
And there was a ghost on each chair

Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek