a recollection of dawns & dusks: Two Years Of NS


the boatman wore a crooked smile
it's hazy now,
ferry me then to another life
oh how bitter sweet the evening scent
another, another has to be
ever lovely those still mornings
a year and another
the need, the need to leave.
so the boatman tilt his straw hat in mock salute
the haze begins to clear,
a journey almost done now.



2 years of life in the army. what can i say
it's almost coming to a closure now.
will there be longings when i eventually leave?
will there be sadness and regrets?
i can earnestly declare when i ORD
that i have matured once more
and turned much wiser.
ive always felt older than my so-called mortal age
now i feel nearly dead.

i do not respect nor eny those that went the path of specs/officers, etc
for in reality they lived the sheltered life.
they will be many, maybe all
that would hold this pompous statment with contempt
let them do so.
i dare not claim to be worldly wise at all
but i know of too many that if i was ever given a choice
i would thrust them head first onto the cold hard floor of reality.
plain sufferings and hardship do not naturally imbue people with maturity
then again, ignorance is indeed bliss.


there is much to say. but im in no mood to do so.
signing off. a deceivingly cozy camp in tuas.

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