The thought of yesteryears

Written by Peter Ooi

Born into the world
Live your life in a wasted place
Nobody care, only the dust, the dirt and the smoke
Yet still, millions of people watching
Your growing up

Sympathy is not what you want
Education is not what you need
Gold and silver is not what you search
But love is…
Love is what you want, need and desire

Growing up breathing the polluted air
Growing up bathing in the dirty river
Growing up running around barefooted
Sometime half naked, yet always unprotected
Not knowing you are knocking at death door

Now as one fine man, living life luxuriously
Thinking to yourself
Of how you can even get here

It must have been those happy days
Where you and few kids from the neighborhood
Build and shaped the love and friendship
That deserted all sadness and misery
That torches the light to a bright futureAnd along the journey, all way till today