Who knows?
Of cogitation,
Of actions.
But memory,
Has its lacking,
which naturally,
is quite mocking.
 
 
Men and women,
Elders, adults, teenagers or children,
Peculiar among God's creation,
Some never realize
Their faults, for they idealize,
As perfection.
This is a sad tale,
But of human nature,
Fading pale,
Yet assumes a sparkling stature.
 
 
Nature is such,
Unavoidable, yet much
Incomprehensible, undefinable.
What we know, or think we know,
Is what we say, definable.
 

Alan Chong
© May 1997
 

Midi Title: Kegome