Evening has broken

Evening is upon us, and my thoughts turn to serenity and
beauty. I want to get away from Politics for a long while.
I want to read some poems, I want to sing a little ditty.
I do not want to waste my time in sighs and sad goodbye.
Then I remember this soothing poem I did long ago.
It's not for pity, not for sympathy, not for Ego.

Fisherman's Song

City folks are already gathered at dinner
A good restaurant spread on the table
Well cooked by a maid from a neighbour source
Or transported from a fast food chain in town

But as the evening casts its shadows
Over darkening hills and silvery sea
A lonely fisherman is still casting net
To catch what Nature provides for today

While streaks of orange, green and gold
Peep through the faraway hill
He says a quiet prayer:Let this catch be full
That my children would their stomachs fill

A patient woman with hot brewed tea in basket
Waits loyally by his side, expectant,
That the net would turn up crabs and fish
To light up the young faces at home

This is a village fisherman's song
That the sea be merciful, bringing joy
That minus what's eaten for dinner
A few dollars come from his daily toil


By YL Chong