There she was…
Standing by the lamp post
- Alone, Aloof
- with no one else besides her
- except for the fleeting, unfamiliar faces
of total strangers in the dark.
There she was…
standing by the lamp post
-WAITING-
for her mum to pick her up
-WAITING-
if miracle would happen
and she found herself
- safely and warmly tucked at home.
And all the while
she kept thinking, kept remembering
the good, old days when they were learning
of ANOTHER lady by the lamp post.
She cant help but smile to herself
-merely a smirk-
a sinister symbol of witty satire
against the long-forgotten POEM
once taught so diligently by a lecturer
and yet learnt so matter-of-factly by the students.
A Lady by the Lamp Post
-looking on the passer-cars
-depending on the dim, yellowish light that shines down upon her
-to be able to see her mum’s car coming
-to illuminate herself bright enough for her mum to see
-and not miss her, no more, not once more, not any more.
a product of a corrupt education system
-she found herself writing a parody
-to a poem she once was so familiar with
and yet has become an anonymous one now.
What an IRONY life is….
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