Old Man Wong
A Narrative Poem on Dealing with the Unexpected
Grumble as we may that life is bruising, chaotic or daunting, there's one thing that it's not - boring.
Why? It's full of the unexpected. The paths we forge and, on a small scale, the little tasks we attempt to complete often lead us down winding, unexpected paths. Some of these lead us to unwelcome destinations, while others bring us to sanctuaries or. hopefully, utopias.
Regardless of where they lead us, they are part and parcel of life, and we've to navigate them. So we assess them calmly, accept them, and extend some flexibility when trying to make sense of them.
When life leads us down winding paths, sit back, relax and see where they lead us to. Enjoy these narrative verses.
Old man Wong
With rickshaw ploughs along
Path of twists and turns
With sweat that burns
Rickshaw rider yearnssee
Where he can lay
His chair
and his weary head
He looks ahead
And takes in stead
The road that seems unending
And as he fights
To bring chair forth
Tired, worn, overwrought
He sees light
That brings him out to
A city
Of gold.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (2)
I love this poem and the photo of golden trees to go with the gold in the poem. I am type A so don’t relax enough but do handle the turns pretty well!
Assess them calmly? My anxiety could never. Lol. Loved your poem!