Deep within Jakarta, there is a café
With a large white awning catching raindrops that fall
It is filled with aromas, sweet round 'noon of the day
Mugs of hot liquid; a short respite for all.
At the rush hour of the day, from the freezing cold
The people come in, to and fro like a flowing river
Some tall and some small, some young and some old
Arrive, hoping to escape the misty grey veil that makes them shiver.
I sit at my table in the Café
Studying, reflecting on the faces of people going by
Wondering where they go everyday
Sometimes wondering if I should maybe say "Hi."
Deep set lines on a weathered face, tell a millio
On bare white rock still,
Sharp eyes that see on and on,
Forever watching.
__________________________
Dirty white mugs full,
Grey walls in a confined space,
Working endlessly.
__________________________
Staring down abyss,
A crumbling foundation sighs,
Beauty in sadness.
__________________________
Hammer and anvil,
Struck with much force and great strength,
Until iron is cast.
__________________________
With defeated will,
A broken heart, cold with chill,
The soul begins to weep.
Michael sat at the back of his classroom. His desk was tucked away in a corner, beside a large window. He liked his seat. He liked the fact that, because he sat in this seat, and because he was so quiet, the teacher never asked him a question. He was content with his seating placement.
The problem for Michael was that he didn't like his teacher. Not one bit. In fact, he hated his teacher. His teacher was probably too old to teach and wore the same clothes
Deep within Jakarta, there is a café
With a large white awning catching raindrops that fall
It is filled with aromas, sweet round 'noon of the day
Mugs of hot liquid; a short respite for all.
At the rush hour of the day, from the freezing cold
The people come in, to and fro like a flowing river
Some tall and some small, some young and some old
Arrive, hoping to escape the misty grey veil that makes them shiver.
I sit at my table in the Café
Studying, reflecting on the faces of people going by
Wondering where they go everyday
Sometimes wondering if I should maybe say "Hi."
Deep set lines on a weathered face, tell a millio
On bare white rock still,
Sharp eyes that see on and on,
Forever watching.
__________________________
Dirty white mugs full,
Grey walls in a confined space,
Working endlessly.
__________________________
Staring down abyss,
A crumbling foundation sighs,
Beauty in sadness.
__________________________
Hammer and anvil,
Struck with much force and great strength,
Until iron is cast.
__________________________
With defeated will,
A broken heart, cold with chill,
The soul begins to weep.