Poem Hunter
AW (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)


Poem By Albert Wong

I see, the bright yoke
In the sky,
A spark, illuminates my eyes,
I am blinded with a yellow glow,
The color yellow,
I feel, how I have aged,
The stains that show our past, and
Reminds me, of how I passed,
The memory of yellows everywhere,
A sign of summertime,
The sweet smile of sunshine,
The color of light,
That glimmers and dazzles our sight,
I set eyes on the sandy deserts
Highlighted by Mother Nature,
Then, the memory of my life,
Sour like lemons
And spicy like peppers,
But also the sweetness of corn.
Albert C. Wong

Copyright ©2008 Albert C. Wong

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Comments (3)

Nice praises about yellow colours... / yellow colour the sign on separation and the girl do not love this yellow.../ Tsira
Beautiful, bright and sunny.Made me smile and think -that's life! ! ! ! !
Yellow is a good color to be, It is one of my favorite. I have been working on a poem with yellow in it. Have you heard the saying, If Life hands you Lemons, make Lemonade. Yellow is Great no matter the age......10