As I walked the way
by the crossroad of woes;
Worrying up a bit
by my wandering toes;
As my tattered sandals
said: I can't go no longer,
My burdened feet slumber
by the endless torment trail.
As my hand moved to crawl
by the crossroad of pains;
Worrying up a little
by my wandering spins;
As my rippened wound
tittled up so as to surrender;
My burdened spirit clumber
by the endless joy trail.
At last, I see a silhoutted light
by the glance of my flattened eyes;
As the woes pained in a scoop,
here the chanting cymbals of last hope!
Gil Gregorio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chanting-cymbals-of-last-hope/
