The Chair beneath the Tree

The Chair beneath the Tree

By May K.

How forlorn that chair is

Resting there on its own

How sad and grim it is

That companionable seat, alone

There ought to be a soul there

Content beneath the tree

Where with the souls of nature

It could be set free

Or perhaps two souls could rest

On that plain old chair

For to talk of pasts and of futures

Requires a charming air

Or maybe three could cast

A lovely and joyful spell

One for the past, one for the present

And one for the future as well

But whatever it is

Leave not this chair alone

For a place meant for others

Should never be on its own

Copyright © 2020 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Hoping and waiting

Hoping and Waiting

By May K

Days come and nights pass

The sun rises and the moon sets

Time flows with terrible consistency

And all is soon! But not yet

Not yet. The time has not come

But who knows when it will?

For how long will I stand by the door

And continue waiting still?

For a sign, for a promise

For a tomorrow I still believe

Will come if I keep on waiting

And grant my heart some relief

For it’s burdened with hope as I stand

Waiting at the door

And until the last second falls

I’ll hope and hope some more

In spite of fears, in spite of doubts

For hope’s a tenacious beast

That has latched onto my heart

With a hold it will not release

But oh it’s trying to wait

To see the sunset and nothing more

To let hope fade and then grow

So I can wait some more

To fall with pain, to sooth with sighs

To stand up with a persistent smile

But I’ve done it for years

What more’s a little while?

So I’ll stand by the door

For lo! Tomorrow’s coming

And so long as it comes

I’ll keep on hoping and waiting

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