Childhood Memories

A caffeine addict walked along the pathway,

To the usual coffeeshop,

To get his fav cuppa...

He took a glance of his neighbourhood,

The trees became shorter over the years;

Thou the haggard old lift is still functioning...

From far, he saw this cheerful looking Indian lean lad,

His black face resemblances someone,

In the addict's childhood...

The Indian boy was playing happily at the playground,

So was the addict,

And many other kids...

The Indian boy was running happily,

His healthy image and dark skin,

Contrast with the addict's bubbly face and fairness...

20 years later,

Right before my eyes,

The Indian boy lost a leg...

He saw me and gave me a smile,

I looked back and return him with a nod,

We didn't talked as I by-passed him...

I felt a tingle in my heart,

Wondering,

What've happen to him?

Though it was a just a passer-by,

Or a childhood playmate,

This lad motivated me somehow...

To live happily,

Without regrets,

And make full use of my life...

~ Shawn Tay ~